Can I Be My Own Hero?

It’s ten-thirty on a Wednesday morning. All is quiet in the house. The twins are taking a nap. I am having a late morning cup of caffeinated black tea. I hear the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the furnance just went off. I’m wearing my husband’s house slippers because I don’t feelContinue reading “Can I Be My Own Hero?”

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