Tonight was one of those nights. One of those nights where I wanted to call my mom.
I submitted a post to the Huffington post...this one. Tonight, Sunday (which explains why she is a gazillionaire when she works on a Sunday night), I got an email from Arianna HERSELF.
It's a big deal, the first piece to be published by a huge publication. I wanted to tell my mom. I did share the news, with the most important people in my life.
But I wanted my mom.
It was neither a dark nor stormy night. Nothing strange was in the works. The kids woke up at their normal time without fanfare. I sho...
Your Pants Should Not Look Like Your Grandmother's Sofa (and other reasons that I don't get LuLaRoe)
I know this one may be a little controversial, but I don't get LuLaRoe leggings. I just don't get it. I work out, but I re...
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