In every story, there is a beginning, a middle and an end. Sometimes authors use poetic license and scramble up
I am a mommy. I am a step-mommy. For both those positions, I am employed full time with major overtime.
It was a beautiful, mid-summers day in the kingdom. The sky was filled with little puffy clouds, the birds were
“It’s just not normal!” “It’s very unconventional!” “That’s just flat-out fucking weird!” Are some of the responses I receive when
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I sent this post over to the MichMoms blog, also. So don’t be surprised when you read it over there,