Raising twins and staying sober 24 hours at a time.
Why didn't any of you tell me about picture day? I mean we all had picture day growing up and have the terrible awkward adorable pictures to show for it, but come on. I remember the combs. The combs in the blue barbicide that they always had hanging around on picture day. Inevitably, my mom would …
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Maybe it's being smack in the middle of the fuck-it-forties, maybe it's waking up every single morning and having my heart in my throat as to what horrendous things have happened as we slept, but this sobriety sweet 16 seems more fragile now than ever. I remember very little about actually being 16. I remember …
There's a pattern to their fights. To their skirmishes. To their kerfuffles. They are four. They are twins. They wrestle and touch each other CONSTANTLY until it gets to be too much and somebody snaps. When they push each other down and call each other names and maybe even bust out an I HATE YOU, I …
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