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.
We both nearly peed our pants from laughter. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?” I asked her one more time before publishing that ishhh to the world wide web.
I never wanted you here. And then you arrived.