Raising twins and staying sober 24 hours at a time.
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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I know I support marriage equality for all. I know black lives matter. I know I support women having a choice in their well being and the power to control what happens with their own bodies. I know at heart I lean toward being a socialist, liberal, tree hugging hippie. I know that addicts and …
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I walked into the office kitchen this morning to find this - My immediate reaction was to laugh. My next reaction was to find a bag and a way to sneak it all out. And then I went into the ladies room. And I laughed some more. I look so normal (I DO COME …
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