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Tag Archives: motherhood
I was the perfect child. At least in my mind. I did well in school, respected my elders, and never, ever caused trouble. Until I did. → There was the time my younger brother tried to come into my room … Continue reading
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Mother’s Day is coming up. With that in mind, today’s re-blog is of my own first post (which I still consider to be the best one I ever wrote). The post was originally published on…
Like most many kids, my three daughters were a pain in the butt growing up. But eventually, they became young women whose company I enjoyed, and who were [finally] willing to be seen with their mother. Mostly, it began with … Continue reading