Raising twins and staying sober 24 hours at a time.
ALL I DO IS CRY. I'm really really good at crying. I cry like it's my freaking job. We had preschool orientation last night. Because my husband was there, I held it together as we entered the room after weeks of prepping our kids for "school". While my girl has been really excited about making …
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A year ago I wrote this post for my dad's 70th birthday - Charging into the Atlantic - My Dad and Cape Cod. Shortly after my whole family read that post and got all fired up about missing the Cape so much, my dad (in a very Oprah like manner) announced that WE WERE ALL …
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 …
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