A Very Short Story About The Little Brother Who Loves His Big Brother (and tries to hang on his every word ;) ) …And the Vast Difference Between 18 and 9

I was washing my face last night when The Baby walked (a little sulkily) into the bathroom, but obviously with some news he needed to share with me. I asked him what was up.  He announced to me that one of Mini Me's favorite musician's had died, and he asked me if I already knew …

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Fifth Grade Cynic

I have been a cynic since the fifth grade. ¬†In my opinion, I'm lucky I made it¬†that far. I can pinpoint the exact¬†moment that my life changed for the worse. ¬†It was going so well. ¬† We lived in a nice neighborhood. ¬†We had a pool at our house.¬† We had a sauna in our …

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Don’t Ever Break Him

When I was pregnant with Mini Me, I was terrified that something would be terribly wrong with him--mostly because of all of the terrible things I had done during my very in-depth studies for my PhD in partying at the University of Georgia. ¬†Of course I was¬†not pregnant with Mini Me¬†during these studies, but I …

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