This is where I write about life as I'm living it, cultural moments that make me stop and think, and personal experiences I couldn't keep to myself. Because our stories are more connected than we let on, and there is power when a person reads the thing they've been afraid to say out loud.
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Honor is the joy of my heart. He is undeniably the cutest baby I've ever seen and I will debate you and your mom. None of that stops me from crying when he cries — and I don't mean in the cute mother way.
