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Laughing in Bed With Him Is My Favourite Thing.
There are very few things I love more than laughing with my son at bedtime, even…
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My Anxious Little Shadow.
Long before I met her, I already knew her name would be Lady. I was 24…
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Loving Actively.
Today I realized something about myself. I don’t just love people. I love actively. I treat…
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Parenting in the Grey Area.
I am desperately trying to break generational cycles and move away from traditional, fear-based parenting. But…
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Berry Happy to Live Here.
There are lots of things I’ve come to love about living in a small town, but…
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My Timeline Was Different, Not Wrong.
When I was younger and imagined what life would look like in my late 30s, I…
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1,000 Views.
I started blogging in February as a way to regulate my nervous system. Writing has always…
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Country Roads and Neurodivergent Overload.
It’s been 11 months since we moved from a city of approximately 500,000 people to a…
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My Son Dresses Like My Ex.
The date is February 28, 2010. My friends are at the bar day drinking, while I’m…
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I Don’t Like the Way You Smell.
Nothing humbles you quite like being a parent. As a neurodivergent woman, I’ve always experienced heightened…