Suddenly, he was too old to have fun with his mother, let alone be seen in public with her.
While crying, he crawled up on my lap, snagged his hair with one hand and grasped mine with the other.
I am going to share our experiences, ideas, inspirations, accomplishments, and even our flops and fiascoes in our journey to make this little part of the world a better place. Our plan is to grow to be better people.
Angelique and Baby Paige
A little like me, a little like you, and a lot like us!
Inside the mind of an immigrant
Life Begins After 40
Musings, critiques, rants and raves about all things motherhood and writing.
Our journey with Infertility
...I'm just doing my best
My attempt at adult conversation.
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Like Mother Teresa, only better.
