The parking lot buzzed with life—a bouncy house, a face painter, and an array of food options ranging from pizza to cookies, chips, and veggie trays. It felt like a children’s birthday party, and in…
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View PostI hate the word “childless”. It makes me feel less and not whole. “Childless” weighs on me. To me, it implies that I decided my own fate and that I did not want to have a…
View PostI’m nervous. Really scared, actually. Starting this blog is going to expose something I’ve been hiding from almost everyone. Why? Stigma. Not only am I going to reveal my dirty little secret, but I’m also…
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