Shalagh Hogan

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Shalagh Hogan

My name is Shalagh (Shay-la) and I practice the secrets and mysteries of housewifery while gathering my lessons and record them at Shalavee.com. Mommy blunders, how to make pasta, and the time I had squirrels in our eaves are all topics I have blogged about. I held onto my desire to write like a secret that would pop if I let it go. When I finally did let it go, instead of going pop, it grew. No question now, I have something to say and words to say it with. We were more than lucky to find out that the baby we've been trying for 7 years was coming. Now we have a baby girl and an eight year old boy. And I’m 47 years old. The crazy will continue to bring new insights into the person I am becoming. If I live into my eighties, I have another 40 years to bless the world with my opinions and my artistic vision. And to watch my son and my daughter grow up and grow with them.

Stories by Shalagh Hogan

Time has come again for the yearly tabulation and inventory of my life. I have spent the past two weeks staring at, sorting, and being stuck on the...
If you nominate Christmas for feeling like a sudden extra full-time job, I would second that feeling. So much to do, so little time. There’s...
Today, again, I found myself obsessing over the things that I have lost. Actual stuff, not conceptual stuff. I’m still perplexed and vexed over...
It was the second week in September as we stood in the driveway searching the roof line for the source of the awful noise we kept hearing. The loud...
Early on a recent autumn Saturday morning, my husband drove a box truck full of his lighting equipment out of our driveway in Denton, Maryland and...
In my clueless skinny twenties, I house-sat for my neighbor Judy. I was bewildered by the Retin-A products in her bathroom and her new zeal for...
“There are too many things that I want to do,” I say to my husband outside the shower he’s taking. He says, “Don’t you...
Perseverance. Stubborn single-mindedness. That’s what I can be made of. Holding on until the knuckles whiten.  A first marriage that went...
My summer vacation beckoned with a promise to switch my brain off. I heard a rumor I might reclaim a moment my time. Last...
I really hope my six-year-old turns out sweet and functional. I am doubtful, especially when I realize my humanity will be to blame for his...
For the majority of my life, I feared the ramifications of every choice I made. I feared making wrong choices, people depending on me, not knowing...
Eight days ago, I marched down the dreaded gray hallway of the department store dressing rooms to face my mirror. I had finally admitted the...
In concerned tones, women keep inquiring how I’m coping with my son’s first week of kindergarten. I giddily respond, “I’m...
While I have been happy for the latter third of my existence, the prior two thirds were a might miserable. The recipe for my unhappiness combined a...
There’s no easy way to tell you this, so I’ll just spit it out. I was recently a victim of internet fraud. Up to now, I had considered...

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