I live in a nice rural neighborhood. When my daughters were younger, they would go to “play group”, a get together of various moms and youngsters from the area. Later my daughters would babysit the younger children. While I wasn’t… Read More ›
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…and sometimes you find yourself in a room with a chocolate penis and your daughters
Before I had children I thought the best part of being a mom would be the cuddling and love. The road trips with the children happily singing in the back seat. The constant chorus of “Oh you are the best… Read More ›
Two Different Girls 