Oh girls. I remember you before we even met. I spent my nights dreaming of having you. I read, “Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret,” a million times. I watched my friends start wearing bras and still I had nothing. I remember finally having something to show for myself in middle school when I
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[image credit] I’m embarking on some new career/business pursuits (more on those later), and they are, unsurprisingly, taking a physical and mental toll on me. While this was to be expected, I am nonetheless evaluating the situation to see if I might be able to take some steps to make my life easier right
A few weeks ago I did a post about how we women hate our boobs and at the end I said the only way to combat these feelings is to get a good bra. Well now my lovelies, I’m going to show you how to do it! When I told my fellow CT Working Moms
My younger son (MYS-27) turned 27 today. We had a family party. I made delicious beef stew and lemon cake (his fave). Everyone had a good time. MYS-27, the guest of honor, and his lovely fiancée were here. MOS-32 and dear DIL were here also, along with MGS-3/4, who fell asleep in my arms: HEAVEN
