I used to invite my friends in to listen to my Michael Jackson album. (And yes…this now sounds like a “back in my day, we used to have to walk 30 miles in the snow UPHILL to get to school…and GAH I feel old.)
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I was chatting with a friend about the differences in the way we coparent with our exes. “You and your ex have it easy. I wish we could.”
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Your name is Emily. You are loved. Fiercely. You complete our family, and it is hard to imagine being without you. But you don’t exist. You never did. And you never will.
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Dear last child of mine, You are the last baby I will hold, the last baby whose soft body I will smell, the last one I will feed and comfort at night.
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There are so many reasons I should be celebrating. Making that last preschool payment should make me want to jump for joy…but I’m not.
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When Alexa Makes You Feel Old
I used to invite my friends in to listen to my Michael Jackson album. (And yes…this now sounds like a “back in my day, we used to have to walk 30 miles in the snow UPHILL to get to school…and GAH I feel old.)
9 Things You Need To Know To Coparent After Divorce
I was chatting with a friend about the differences in the way we coparent with our exes. “You and your ex have it easy. I wish we could.”
Letting Go of the “Wish” Daughter I Never Had
Your name is Emily. You are loved. Fiercely. You complete our family, and it is hard to imagine being without you. But you don’t exist. You never did. And you never will.
A Love Letter to My Last Child
Dear last child of mine, You are the last baby I will hold, the last baby whose soft body I will smell, the last one I will feed and comfort at night.
I Just Made the Last Preschool Payment…I Should Be Happy
There are so many reasons I should be celebrating. Making that last preschool payment should make me want to jump for joy…but I’m not.
