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Ashley

Ashley
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Ashley is from Hurst, and though she’s flown the nest a few times now, she always seems to boomerang right back to her hometown. Her latest stint took her family to Chicago for the last four years. While Ashley, her husband of almost 16 years, her son and daughter loved life as honorary Midwesterners, Texas called, and it was time to answer. Though her children are in upper elementary school, Ashley found her groove as a stay-at-home mom and is not eager to give up the title quite yet. You can find her putting in the miles all over town with her “doggy clients” as a Rover walker and caregiver. (Dogs talk back less than children.) Ashley is often the loudest mom at the ball fields but comes in peace with the best snacks. She recharges with a run around Hurst, a ride on that stationary bike everyone’s talking about, or on a patio with a margarita and her very funny husband. Ashley has written for local mom groups, church and is a returning writer for Fort Worth Moms. Her husband hopes she will stick to more pieces on motherhood and less on disappointing stays at grimy hotels.
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When Moms Attack: The (Questionable) Science Behind Why We Snap

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Moms are a tough breed, but our brains begin to tweak just a bit when we encounter a little too much of any one aforementioned item. Finally, an outside irritant, typically an unsuspecting person, pulls the pin from our grenade. Kerosene is thrown on the fire. The bull is freed from the pen. The victim has taken as much as she can possibly handle, and she lashes out. MGB varies from mom to mom, as all women are gloriously different. Some merely cry; some scream profanities in their car; all reactions are relatively terrifying for those in close proximity to the victim.
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Balance vs. Control: It’s Tricky!

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My child did NOT throw up at Chick-Fil-A today. I took a real shower with water and soap and everything. I finished a movie WITHOUT falling asleep. These are the small victories I have...
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Sorry, Not Sorry: You Can’t Make Me Miss the Baby Years

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I was five months pregnant, had locked myself in the bathroom, and was sobbing uncontrollably. My husband was beginning to understand the crazy nature of his pregnant wife and knew better than to come...
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Motel? More Like NO-tel: Five Hacks for Surviving a Gross Motel Room

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Congratulations! You have just booked a trip with your family! Your little brood is off on an adventure and ready to see the world! Whether you plan to take to the skies as your...
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Tales from the Halloween Grinch: A Mom Who Can’t Even Halloween

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Each year, it seems like stores everywhere unveil their Halloween displays earlier and earlier. Up go Costco's princess and superhero costumes in August. Down the aisles of Target are rows of overpriced, fun-sized candies in...
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Having the (Other) Talk: Grieving the Loss of the Family Pet

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My husband came home a complete mess; "The vet says he has four weeks left to live." This was not the news I was expecting to hear about our 11-year-old black Labrador. We scheduled an appointment...

The Weight of the Bully’s Words . . . Decades Later

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This post is part of "Bully No More," an editorial series hosted by the Fort Worth Moms Blog. Do we all have a period of childhood or that one grade in school we just sweep under...