
I don’t write much anymore, mostly because I don’t know where we are in this thing. It’s been 5 years since I had surgery and was kindly kicked out of the fertility games. It was a relief, to be real. … Continue reading
I don’t write much anymore, mostly because I don’t know where we are in this thing. It’s been 5 years since I had surgery and was kindly kicked out of the fertility games. It was a relief, to be real. … Continue reading
Mother’s Day is hard. Rough. Unbearable. I usually buck up and go with it, smile, go to brunch, buy cards and flowers, send happy texts to friends. This year, I’m opting out. I can’t do it. Cannot. It is too … Continue reading