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Rachel Joyce
Rachel Hillestad is a 34-year-old Iowa-raised and Kansas City-living girl with one ruggedly sensible computer-nerd husband who kind of resembles the unibomber, three mostly sweet babies, and room for any foster children who need a place to stay. She has experience in dealing with OCD, anxiety, early hysterectomy, loss, love, and Diet Coke. Read more at, Twitter, or "like" her on Facebook.

Entries by Rachel Joyce

Der Tag, an dem ich mein letztes Kind bekam

(0) Comments | Posted September 26, 2014 | 12:03 PM

Vor drei Jahren, an dem Tag, an dem mein drittes Kind geboren wurde, kämpfte ich um mein Leben. Von meinem Blickwinkel aus konnte ich deutlich den Kätzchen-Anzug sehen, den meine Schwiegermutter für das neue Baby mitgebrachte hatte, und stellte mir vor, wie mein Mann sie statt mir ungeschickt hineinsteckte.

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I Cried and Nursed My Daughter

(62) Comments | Posted September 18, 2014 | 3:17 PM

Three years ago on the day my third child was born, I fought to live. From my vantage point I could clearly see the kitten outfit my mother in law had brought for the new baby, envisioning my husband clumsily putting her in it instead.

I had a quiet...

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My Father Knew It First

(0) Comments | Posted June 4, 2014 | 6:17 PM

I sit here in the heart of an airplane. I watch men with bright orange vests and an orange glowing stick in each hand give the plane's pilot directions on this dark, wet night. My four children, young and free of care, have been handed over to trusted friends.


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Mothering With OCD

(27) Comments | Posted September 10, 2013 | 5:21 PM

When I was 7, I would walk up and down the stairs, over and over again, until things just felt "right." My best friend would do the same, telling me how cool it was that I danced up and down the stairs. The "feeling right" would last for about 12...

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A Limerick for the Mom of Littles

(0) Comments | Posted June 24, 2013 | 4:42 PM

My children are so needy,
they want me all day long.
I'll just sit down to crappy coffee,
their cue to yell their wanting songs.

"Can't find my shoe!" "My teeth hurt!"
"The sugar cereal's gone!"
"Our little sister's diaper smells!"
"We left posh...

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Something's Not Right With Our Boy

(93) Comments | Posted June 9, 2013 | 11:31 AM

I just took my 6-year-old son to the doctor. He's a beautiful boy, all lengthening arms and getting-ganglier legs.

He is the picture of health.

I sat there in the doctor's office and cried while the doctor told me I was right in bringing him in and sharing our concerns....

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Why I Don't Homeschool

(52) Comments | Posted April 22, 2013 | 12:34 PM

Some gal named Melissa Harris-Perry got everyone in a tizzy by saying something like, "Your children belong to us." Apparently, she was referring to public schools? I wouldn't know; I was too busy doctoring my Diet Coke.

This morning Scott worked all night, so getting the kids ready...

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The Children Around My Neck

(37) Comments | Posted April 3, 2013 | 4:38 PM

Today I dropped off her purple shoe, size 7.5. She had left it behind and I probably held onto it longer than I should have.

Who can blame me? She was mine for 11 months.

I was her foster mom, which means that the first time I saw her she...

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Mary Kay, Facial Hair and Me

(1) Comments | Posted March 18, 2013 | 7:06 PM


You know it's a friendship you should keep when you show up to her house 25 minutes late and toss the contents of your purse all over her sparkling clean table. You do an archeological dig for the waxing strip, peel...

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No More Goodbyes

(3) Comments | Posted February 27, 2013 | 7:35 AM

This morning it is snowing.

Huge, soft flakes fill the air and cover the ground. I watch from the window while your great grandchildren happily attempt to slide down our front hill, shrieking with laughter when their makeshift sleds only serve to bring them further into the wet snow.

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Telling Stories

(13) Comments | Posted February 17, 2013 | 9:02 AM

When I was a young girl I loved my grandmother's stories:

The time the gypsies came to her family's farmhouse and her parents weren't home. She and her preteen sisters had to think fast, offering bread and random trinkets to the gypsies. They were terrified and tried not to get...

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