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  • 28 January, 2011
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  • 27 January, 2011
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Thoughts on weakness, self-expression, toxic friendships, and healthy methods of balancing the unique needs of raising my sister: Writing hasn’t come easily for the last few weeks; I spent a great deal of that time in a state of near constant anxiety and depression over my relationship with my sister. … Continue Reading →


21 weeks, and we decided to find out… took forever to find a place willing to do an


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  • 14 January, 2011
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  • 13 January, 2011
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One of my three nursing bras that I ordered two months ago from biggerbras.com came in today. They’re all on backorder, so I expected them to take a while. The holiday season decimated their supply, and for some reason everything over an F cup was sold out even down to … Continue Reading →


Dream Diary: I had a dream that after an altercation with a driver who almost hit me as I crossed the street, I was blamed for their window breaking and deemed too angry to care for my own chidren. I was innocent: a stranger who had witnessed the incident had … Continue Reading →


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  • 6 January, 2011
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The last ten years have been so dramatic, traumatic, tumultuous, enlightening, joyous, uplifting and amazing. They have seen the worst lows, the highest highs and everything in-between. I am a very different person now compared to the one I was when this decade started, let alone who I was before … Continue Reading →