Author Archives: janelleevans

About janelleevans

I'm a sleep deprived mother of three. I create young adult novels from the voices in my head.

Score one for the mean mom

I have a crazy follow up to my last post. My thankless job as the mean mom received an unexpected moment of appreciation. One of my nieces asked my daughter to play the piano for her at a string festival … Continue reading

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Yeah, I’m the mean mom

Being a mom is often hard. Since I’m a demanding mom it’s even harder. But it’s all worth it when I see my children soar. Those moments don’t last forever, though it would be nice if they did. So, I … Continue reading

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The “last times” of life

This week, for Valentines, I helped my youngest son make his last Valentine’s Day Box for his class party. He stopped being so excited about the project when I mentioned this. “What do you mean this is my last Valentine’s … Continue reading

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Oh the flowery words I should have said…

After cutting my youngest son’s hair this week I told him to take off his shirt before hitting the shower. Hair spread clear across the floor from my kitchen to his bathroom is the last thing I need. But when … Continue reading

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The negative will eat you alive

I had a recent conversation with a young woman about being happy. She claimed that society and the world in general is so awful now it wasn’t possible to find anymore. She could list more than a dozen things wrong … Continue reading

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Letting go of the know-it-all

I recently heard a speaker say something not only funny but profound. She said, “Yeah, in my teenage years I knew everything, but as I got older, I realized it was too exhausting to keep up.” What a statement. It … Continue reading

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Likeable

Growing-up, I never thought I assessed my worth by outside affirmations, until my ninth grade English class. Assigned a seat next to the new boy in school, I wanted to make a good impression. No girls, it’s not because I … Continue reading

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