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I'm Nadine. Thanks for stopping by. The floors are creaky, the kids are loud, but the door's always open and the coffee's always on.

Make yourself at home.

'Handsomer at 29'

[Miss Austen print]

Prologue: I'm turning 30 on Saturday. I'm [mostly] okay with this.

Unexpected side effect of marriage: It's good for the face.

So is age, apparently.

Sure, there's a wrinkle (or three) across my forehead that wasn't there before. My once-oily complexion now requires daily moisturization. I don't get carded anymore.


I can honestly say I feel more beautiful now than I ever did at 21.

I'm just learning now what Jane Austen has been telling us for years:

"It sometimes happens, that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before; and, generally speaking, if there has been neither ill health nor anxiety, it is a time of life at which scarcely any charm is lost."

30 is the new 20, right?

Scratch that. I don't want to be 20 again. I'm going to be friends with 30.

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