Author: Mandy Schreiber
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Make Work Fun Again with These Unique Backgrounds!
It’s story time with Aunt Mandy! Gather ‘round the campfire, kids, and I’ll tell you a tale from my remote office days. Fact number one about me: I don’t do boring well. Fact number two about me: If I see an opportunity to express my creativity, I’ll take it. And boy did I take it. Read more
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Growth Can Be Measured In Inches As Well As In Feet
Parenting is hard. Parenting kids that are neurodiverse or struggle with mental health is even harder. Parenting those quirky, emotional kids when you yourself are quirky and emotional? Exhausting. On one hand, I have a depth of empathy from understanding their struggles, having experienced similar ones myself. On the other, it’s like the blind leading Read more
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Dear Diary: That Stupid Cold Was Mediocre At Best
Dear Diary, I AM VICTORIOUS! That stupid cold went through everyone else in the family, but NOT ME! I have prevailed! I have looked into the heart of sickly darkness and walked away unscathed. It tried to do its worst, which honestly, as far as colds go was totally mediocre at best. Oh sure, it Read more
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When is the Last Time You Weeded Your Mind Garden?
My mind is a garden. My thoughts are its flowers. And its weeds. Thoughts are like seeds blown in the wind. They gently land on my mind’s topsoil. Some thoughts will rest there for a minute and then be carried away again, getting caught in the next gust of wind that blows through. Other thoughts Read more
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My Cerebral Silly String Think it’s Party Time
Haiku Smorgasbord The random cacophony Inside of my brain *** Tangled ball of yarn Each thought a different color A beautiful mess *** Where will this thread lead? I cannot quite grasp the end It rolls out of reach *** Other thoughts fly by Bouncing red rubber dodgeballs Smack me in the face *** I Read more
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Dear Diary: No One Went to School Today
Dear Diary, No one went to school today. I would question the voracity of their sickly claims, were it not for the obvious congestion and periodic coughing, but they are in way too good of humor and energy for my idea of staying home sick. The ‘80s kid in me needs them to be suffering Read more
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Love the Amazing Body You Inhabit
I love my body. I love its lithe gracefulness. I love its sturdy strength. I love its every jot and tittle, every scar and blemish. I love the scar on my left index finger, where I sliced it with a brand-new knife. I can still see the faint stitch marks running perpendicular to the white Read more
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Scrubs Are NOT One Size Fits All!
I wrote this poem back in my hospital days, for the OR manager at the time, who had been lamenting to me about her inability to find a comfortable pair of scrubs. Like the good, responsible employee that I am, I memorialized her complaints in rhyme. Did I mention I don’t do boring well? Ode Read more
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Dear Diary: The First Cold of the School Year
Dear Diary, Well, we made it to week 3 before Kid #3 brought home the first cold of the season. Adult Kid, a.k.a. Kid #1, doesn’t even start college for another week or two. Still, that’s three times as long as last December, when the kids were back for ONE WEEK after the month-long teachers Read more
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I Choose to Love the Ever-Loving Stuffing Out of My Sadness
There is no timeline to grief. One moment you’re fine, and the next it threatens to overwhelm you. It becomes a pressure cooker, demanding release or explosion. A month ago, mine exploded in the form of panic attacks. Once I realized the root cause of my panic attacks was unresolved grief, I was able to Read more