Maija Threlkeld

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Maija Threlkeld

<p>Maija Threlkeld lives with her husband, three high energy young children, and menagerie of pets in Marin County, California. In her spare time she is a brand consultant and freelance writer. And optimist.</p>

Stories by Maija Threlkeld

It transforms her. In it she is an enchantress, yet fearless. There’s the confidence to twirl at will and serenade with exuberance. Life is...
I just had a vision: my three children home on a school day with n-o-t-h-i-n-g to do except complain and bother one another ... Oh that right, Friday...
Rich Man, Poor Man Author Unknown Rich Man, Poor Man, Beggar Man, Thief, Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief. When my oldest brother was born in...
“They grow up so fast” a voice shares from behind me in line at the grocery store. I turn toward the older woman who’s gazing down...
I close the cover of our last storybook and reach over to turn off the bedside lamp while my son scoots down under his covers. “Good night...
After eyeing the sea of swimmers milling about before the swim meet begins, I turn my focus to my seven-year old at my side. Her head’s down...
When life gets rocky in our household on weekends we head to the beach. Before the snapping, fussing, or whining escalates, we wisely load up the car...
There comes a time in every woman’s life when you realize that you’re considered older by the general populace. Perhaps it’s being...
Out of the corner of my eye I see my daughter’s head raise as I open the shutters letting early morning light into her room. She slowly sits up...
My son is flopped on the beanbag tuned to the Discovery Channel on TV. I justify this past time as post-preschool “downtime.” He’s...
The pressure to perform is enormous. Daunting. Driving. Exhausting. Yet, the competition is sized up, comparisons on technique scrutinized and on we...
I’ve been so immersed tending to my young children that I didn’t notice when this new person entered our lives until well, she was here....
Is it really so wrong that my three-year old son thinks his antibiotic medicine is peanut butter-flavored? That I, his mother whose duty includes...
“When Mommy’s old and shrively, will you carry me, too?” I ask my four-year-old son, hoisting him onto my side while walking into...

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