Mamas, You Were Created To Do Hard Things
I sat with my friend, both of us in our sweatpants and messy buns with our legs curled up on…
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I sat with my friend, both of us in our sweatpants and messy buns with our legs curled up on…
Continue ReadingWho am I? It’s a question that haunts me—the reason I’m awake at midnight typing this while the rest of…
Continue ReadingThirty. I am the authority and I’m also amorphous. I feel behind and too far ahead. I have a husband…
Continue ReadingI want to talk to you about a girl. The girl who is deep down inside of you. The one…
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