It’s that time of year, a time to thank God for another year, to celebrate BJ’s birthday and celebrate how far he’s come. I’ve been trying for the past couple of weeks to figure out why I’ve been feeling so…off. Not sad not happy just a little off kilter. And yesterday I figured it out,ContinueContinue reading “It’s that time of year…”
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Mama Bear…
I was talking casually about my son to my (male) manager this morning and he told me that I was “one of those protective moms.” His tone wasn’t admiring or appreciative, the word “those” was kind of sneered. A million things crossed my mind to say back to him, instead I stood a little tallerContinueContinue reading “Mama Bear…”
Fighting For my Sunshine 