Raising twins and staying sober 24 hours at a time.
There's recently been a new rule established in our home. You only get a band-aid if there is blood. When you have twins, if one gets a band-aid, the other one wants one as well. So we were going through a ton of band-aids for a while there because I was a sucker. Well, not …
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You would think we were past this. I certainly did. You would think we wouldn't need to shout it out from the rooftops that love is love is love is love, but we do. We continue to promote our agenda of love and acceptance in all it's forms and colors and shapes and sizes and …
It started about 4th or 5th grade. I don’t remember when it hit, exactly, but I know I was young. It seems that my entire “period of growth” lasted from about 10 years old ending only when I entered high school. Riding the bus was a living nightmare. We lived in a new neighborhood - …
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