and on wednesdays, we wear hurt

I know…Wednesday is long gone (like yesterday). And I also know how the line really goes- “And on Wednesdays, we wear pink.” I would love to just wear pink and call it a day. But I can’t breathe. My heart hurts. I want to cry […]

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maybe it was the minivan…

There was just something so final about the day we drove that thing home, as if my fate were now sealed. Finally, it was decided- I am nothing more than a mom. Sure, “it’s the best job ever; it’s the most important thing you’ll ever […]

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