In order for my broken body to become balanced, a doctor had to open up both of my knees, then using a saw he cut the entirety of the bad joint out. He hammered and glued an entirely new bioengineered joint into each leg then sewed it up, stitch by stitch ...

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Motherhood in mourning.

No time to be faint hearted. Especially when there’s a nursing toddler joined to your hip (or should I say breast), a depressed fur child who won’t eat, a home to up keep, meals to make, dishes fucking dishes, bills to pay...

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I didn’t set out with the intention of doing a massive life-detox when the year started— the intention found me. It’s been relentless. It’s asked a lot from me; forced me to show up for myself like never before...

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"Last week, I started an audio-book-club with my Dad. Texting him about chapter four was the social highlight of my week. I should probably get out more."

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I found out that I was pregnant on a Saturday. I had turned 36 just one month before. My birthday had felt insignificant. Just a day that had come and gone. I hadn’t reflected on this new age too much, which was out of character for me...

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I’m tired. I’m proud. I’m dedicated. I’m scared. I’m a small business owner. I have two restaurants. I’m a wife. I’m a sister and a daughter. I’m a friend...   

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