My 2018 Cookie Swap!

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Last Saturday, I hosted my NINTH cookie swap. (WHAT?)

(2010 | 2011| 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017)

Looking back at those posts really took me back on an emotional journey. The happy, silly cookie swaps. The cookie swaps my mom came to. The surprise cookie swap Meg hosted for me the first year my mom was sick. That first one I hosted last year after she died.

But what they all have in common is this: I am a lucky woman to have so many great women in my life, even if some of the cast of characters changes.

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Oh yeah, and cookies.

I’m trying to ~ control my chaos ~ as of late, so I actually made my cookies the night before, and I did a simple gingerbread molasses recipe. (It was passed on from a friend so unfortunately I can’t link to it.) By the time one of my BFFs, Blake, came over early to help me, I was actually really calm, something that’s never happened.

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Introducing This May Be Oversharing Podcast!

Hello and happy Wednesday!

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I have some exciting news! My podcast—This May Be Oversharing podcast—is live! (OK, I think I’ve already met my exclamation point allowance.)

I have to give so much credit to my friend Jocelyn, who’s been telling me for years I need to start one. I’m a storyteller by nature and by profession, and spoken is just the most natural extension of that these days. Plus, it gives me the ability to go into depth that I can’t always do in writing or on Instagram stories. For the years that Jocelyn’s been telling me this, I have been TERRIFIED. But earlier this year, I did several podcast interviews and realized two things: I can do this, and I want to do this. I don’t just want to be interviewed, I want to hear others’ stories and what they have to learn. I want to share what I’ve learned in a tough few years, in hopes I can use my experiences to spare even one person some of the pain I’ve felt. Also, to be honest, it’s a media format that isn’t going anywhere, and I want to get these skills under my belt.

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