women who write
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The brutality of single motherhood is a living river with no beginning and no end. I am doing it all, and doing none of it well. There are days I open my eyes and have to box breathe myself out of a panic attack. Will there be enough to pay the propane bill if they…
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Look at her. She just worked out so her arm is shaking holding up the camera, blurring the top of the image as a result. Carpet that needs to be vacuumed. One of her familiars watching over her. She is radiant and smiling, strong and resilient. She is creative, bright, learning all the ways her…