My daughter turned three on the weekend. I am overjoyed. This is a big deal for me because when I was in the throws of Postpartum every birthday; every milestone, felt like an ending. I dreaded her first steps, prayed she stay a baby longer instead of saying her first word, and cried when she…
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My family celebrated my 32nd Birthday this weekend. I didn’t. 32. That number sounds sticky. It gets balled up in the space between my cheek and gums and gives me dry mouth. Sometimes when I start to say it out loud I get shivers, pee a little, and pass out. I start to think about…
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