Tag: writing
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I miss her
Before I was a mother, I was just Chelsea. I was a stupid girl. And I miss that stupid girl. My heart aches for her. She was carefree, silly, and in love with every person she ever met. She even loved people who couldn’t stand her. She was so open that it made some people…
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Time
I have time now. To do some things. Some times. I haven’t written here in years because I was feeding, chasing, cleaning, breathing, crying, sleeping (very very occasionally and inconsistently!), driving, reading, cuddling, laughing, panicking, proofing, cooking, baking, drinking, dancing, playing, planning, coloring, building, decorating, dressing, swimming, exercising, scrolling, and fearing. My son is almost…
Magical Alien Witch 