The Story of Us–Chapter 1

I have mentioned before that my husband first appeared in my life long before he was, Well, Mine. In fact, the origins of our paths crossing dates back over twenty-some years, When we attended the same nursery school. And then attended the same preschool. And then the same elementary school. And then the same middle school. And then the same high school. I ...

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text messages sent to my sister this evening: 7:33pm: at {insert restaurant name} for {insert name}'s birthday dinner 7:33pm: baby's hungry 7:34pm: have to feed her 7:34pm: sitting on toilet to nurse her 7:34pm: oye her response: 7:36pm: OMG I continue: 7:36pm: OK, she passed out on the job 7:37pm: {Insert mobile phone picture of baby passed out in a milk coma} 7:45pm: walked out of ...