Writing Challenge: Jan 14, 2018
Prompt: You’re a kid’s imaginary friend. As they grow up, you are fading away.
One day I flickered. I was a light that had been left on for too long. 199 more words
I was born into a non-sports-loving (aka logical) household in Colorado Springs. The idea of emotionally investing in a violent sport played by millionaire strangers was something my parents simply weren’t into – silly, I know! 1,817 more words
Each mom has their own journey of deciding how they want to feed their baby. Nursing, formula, a little bit of both… the options are all there for us and in the war that is “breast is best” the underlining idea is that however you can keep your child healthy, happy, and well-fed then you’re doing ok. 762 more words