Raising twins and staying sober 24 hours at a time.
I've been limping around for roughly a month now. Physically limping, as opposed to emotionally limping, which seems to happen far more often. Somehow, I sprained my ankle, though I cannot recall how I did it. It's part of me now. My husband keeps telling me to get a brace or to stay off of it …
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As I was squeezing lemons into my water this morning in the office kitchen, a co-worker laughed and asked, "are you making sangria?" I then screamed "NO I AM NOT BECAUSE I AM A RAGING ALCOHOLIC HOW DARE YOU - YOU - YOU IGNORAMUS" and ran out of the kitchen with the sting of lemon burning …
Always lurking. Looming. The looming dread. The looming fear. The looming unknown. People say "get out of your comfort zone" and let me tell you that most of my life is spent getting out of my comfort zone because I am never entirely comfortable. But the difference today is that I know myself enough to know …
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