I’ve never considered myself the paranoid type. Yes, I’m a single mom of two kids, my eight-year-old daughter, Lila, and my five-year-old son, Teddy, and sure, the world feels heavier when you’re the only adult in the house. But paranoia? No. I’ve always prided myself on being the level-headed one in my family. The one who can step over a Lego field barefoot at midnight, juggle bills and school forms, and still remember which flavor of cereal each kid likes on Tuesdays….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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