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Lauren Bradfield

Lauren Bradfield is a Nevada transplant from the Great California Migration of the 1990′s, where her family moved to Incline Village. She attended UNR and graduated with a BA in English Writing. Shortly after, she and her now husband moved across the world to begin an adventure with the US Government where they lived in multiple countries and did cool things that she can’t openly discuss. All that came to a head during the Arab Spring Uprising in 2011 when they were evacuated out of Tripoli, Libya under gunfire. Realizing this probably wasn’t an ideal environment to raise a family, they left the government and moved back to Reno in 2012 to work in the family business and hopefully rule the world (she kids, but seriously…). Apparently, leaving Reno and moving back once you have kids is a common trend since a majority of their college friends have done so, proving that Reno truly is the best place to raise a family. Now Lauren is mom to two crazy boys and a labrador retriever who has decided that he will remain a puppy indefinitely. Lauren loves to travel, write, read, pretend she’s amazing at pilates, eat high-gluten foods, and basically anything that gets her more involved in Northern Nevada.

The First Goodbye

Dog giving the baby a kiss!

I’m going to warn you, dear reader, that this article is a sad one. Death is never a happy subject. Yet eventually all of us will face some sort of death in our lives, with our pets often being the first goodbye we say. Ace had just been in for his …

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Welcome to the Golden Days of Childhood

Earlier this week, my husband and I were taking a mental checkout break to delve into the world of Stranger Things 2. I was engrossed in Hawkins, Indiana world, when I realized I was 2.5 episodes deep and hadn’t heard from either child of mine. Were they still in the …

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Seriously, Get Your Kids Tested for a Speech Delay

I will never forget that phone call. I was trying to learn a new system work was implementing when my phone began to buzz. It was my son’s daycare. That sinking feeling hit as I wondered what could be going on. “Hello, Mrs. Bradfield?” “Yes, this is her.” “Ok great. …

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