The guilt held my grieving heart hostage—refusing to let me breathe, refusing to let me heal.
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I remember leaving the house for the first time after becoming a mother. It was just me and the baby.…
Clutter has always caused me anxiety. My daughter’s bedroom falls somewhere between overstocked flea market and overstuffed dumpster. Walking in…
Cool furniture has taken a backseat to diapers, doctor’s visits, and all the other expensive sh*t kids need.
There will come a time when my house will be spotless again, but that day is not today.
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I never wanted my twenties to end. I remember sitting in the back of a crowded taxi with some of…
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I was 10 the first time my family visited Walt Disney World Resort. Despite being crammed in the back of…
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It was a sunny Wednesday afternoon, seemingly like any other. I was at work preparing for a meeting when my cell…
