Being a mom is weird. Half the time I still feel like I'm the kid. Like I'm pretending to be a grownup. Like I'm playing house. So when is it that I actually start feeling like a grownup? Does that ever happen? Yesterday morning Cara got a small splinter in her finger. It was her... Continue Reading →

My Mom

It's my mom's birthday today.She and I have always shared a special connection. I don't know if it has something to do with me being the oldest child or first daughter or if it's something more ... supernatural. All I know is that my mom and I share a bond like I have with no... Continue Reading →

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