Raising twins and staying sober 24 hours at a time.
To the woman at the park heartbroken with infertility, Thank you. Thank you for approaching us right away and saying hello. Thank you for asking if they are twins. YES. Yes they are and they are, "HEY HOW OLD ARE YOU TWO?" "TWO. WE GONNA BE FREE ON OUR BIRFDAY." Thank you for NOT immediately …
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It snuck up on me this year. This Soberthday. This 14 year anniversary of the day I said ENOUGH and finally stopped all the bullshit lies and asked for help with my alcoholism and then took the help being offered to me seriously. The day I chose life on life's terms. That day I walked …
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In the still dark quiet before they wake each morning, I hear the rustle. I hear the two distinctive voices saying "Mama?" "Good morning Mama." "Good morning Gah." "Oh good morning Bebe." As if it had been weeks since we've all seen each other, though it's only been a nighttime, we are delighted by the …
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Too Sober For This 