Missy Drzycimski

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Missy is an Arizona native who migrated to Iowa on a whim and fell in love. She is a social worker by profession but stepped away from her career to be a pseudo-SAHM to her two girls: 8 year-old Selah and 2 year-old Mercy. She has been married for 10 wonderful years to her TV man husband, Andy, and Bo, the black lab pound puppy completes their family. Most days you’ll find Missy working part-time at a local non-profit, leading worship, and chasing after her children. In her spare time, she enjoys writing/composing music, connecting with other women who are also in the trenches of life, and finding time to get to the giant pile of laundry in the basement. Missy loves a good laugh, crime documentaries, coffee, and naps. She also writes about overcoming strongholds on her blog: Inching Toward Freedom

Teacher Appreciation: 5 Things Teachers Want (and 5 They Don’t!)

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This first week of May is Teacher Appreciation Week. I am not a teacher.  I do not play one on T.V.  If I were, I would be in jail. Few professions have my undying respect like...

Moving Home, Moving On

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For 228 days we lived in transition.  On day 229 we moved home. A few months ago, I wrote about how the derecho took our home.  How it was traumatic, and sad, and infuriating.  We...

The Best Worst Choice: Sending our Daughter Back to School

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We all make the best decisions we can for our children.  COVID taught us that what is right for one family isn't right for another. After the Longest Spring Break in History, we were so...

Struggle Meals: Filling Meals When Funds Are Low

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Y'all, it never fails.  At least once each season I find myself out of groceries and zero desire to make those groceries into something edible for the fam.  I get real tired of a...

They Think I’m at Work, but I’m Not: Mom’s Secret Day Off

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It's 9:00 a.m on a Monday morning and everyone in my life thinks I am at work.  But I am blissfully sitting in a coffee shop catching up on my personal blog and other...

Screwing Up Santa: That Time I Blew the Big Secret

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Big was 7 and, still believing in Santa, gathered around the Thanksgiving table with both sets of grandparents for some pie.  Her attention turned to Christmas (because, seven) and she talked about how great...

Get In My Belly: The Best Burgers in and around Cedar Rapids

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I've oft been called the Burger Queen in my family.  I ain't even mad. Breakfast?  Burger. Christmas?  Burger. Wedding?  Burger. I mean, it's all the major food groups (read: carbs and cheese) in one delightful sammich.  The corridor...

Black Friday 2020: Pants Optional

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The Black Friday of yesteryear has gone the way of large crowds and when "maskne" wasn't a word.  But that doesn't mean all hope is lost.  Black Friday 2020 not only spares us the...

I Just Realized Our Parents Were Clueless, Too

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The 2020 Derecho was a life-changing event.  In a matter of 45 minutes, we were the proud owners of two totaled cars and rendered homeless.  Nothing in the world could have prepared me for...

Why Didn’t Y’all Tell Me About Nine-Year-Olds?

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"Just wait until she's a teenager!" Let me let you in on a little something I just learned: the teenage years do not magically start with the age of 13.  Sure, sure, I know all...