..complications, predicaments, liaisons, fragments, idioms and expressions.
I constantly talk about my feelings because I am honest and wear my heart on my sleeve.
I share, because maybe someone out there feels the same. Maybe, just maybe, We don’t have to feel so alone.
I miss those mornings where the house was loud and alive. The chattering of my children; the arguing, the laughing, the hurriedness of tryin...
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