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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It's really pretty shocking to me when I hear it. Somebody asks a woman what they do (which, hello, we all do 8 million things so how can we even answer this question) and I hear her say, "Oh, I'm just a mom." SCREECHING HALT. What did she just say? Did she use the words …
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