Just Jane
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I haven’t seen my childhood home in longer than I ever lived in it. That’s a strange thing to realize. It wasn’t the house I was brought home from the hospital to. It wasn’t the house my mother and father moved into when they got married. But from about three until fourteen, it was home.… Read more
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I was a grown woman, trying to navigate life and laundry with my new husband, when I discovered something rather shocking: Apparently not all families have a communal sock drawer. I know. I was surprised too. 😂 And before anybody starts judging my family’s sock situation, let’s remember Jane’s cardinal rule around here: We listen.… Read more
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Football season is upon us, hunnies! This is my 15th year out of Oklahoma. At this point, I’ve officially been gone longer than I ever lived there—which feels absolutely bizarre to say. And yet, when I think about childhood, I think about Norman, Oklahoma. Some places apparently just get into your bones. And Oklahoma taught… Read more
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Mama just made it feel like an adventure. There was a time growing up when my family needed somewhere cheaper to live. And cheaper we found. There was just one small problem. There wasn’t a house. There was a shed. My stepfather had built it, and to be fair, nobody built the thing thinking, “Yep,… Read more
