I forgive you. I truly thought I would never have the courage nor the tolerable heart to ever repeat those three words, out loud even.
You need to fight fire with fire.
She is the one who taught you manners.
I don’t know where she is, or what world she is in after death, but I find myself wishing that I could know her lately.
Your fear of being the wrinkliest PTA member seems like a valid reason not to put off pregnancy too much longer.
“Wear a blanket constantly.”
Choose your battles against me wisely.
“If you make a decision you know I won’t be proud of, call anyway.”
When I was a kid, I wanted to take my doll outside. My mother told me I couldn’t because it would be ruined if I left it there overnight.
I was raised by a single mom. A single, fiery lil’ Latina mom that all the boys wanted.