When I first had my baby, my sense of humor went on hiatus. Sure, sometimes I felt amazed and content, but often I was a weeping, cranky mess who couldn’t believe my perfect child was going to be in our apartment, needing...
There are days that I still think that I am 22. Really. Maybe it is the delusion of old age. Maybe it is emotional survival. Maybe it is that everything after 22 happened in the blink of an eye. And...
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