I’m Not Even at the Start Line
On September 30th, I sat in the hotel restaurant with my grandpa, mom, aunt and cousin recapping the events of the day. They asked me how I felt and if I needed anything to drink (I had just completed myRead More…
#Ironmom
December 3rd, 2016
You are an Ironmom
You wake up before the crack of dawn. Something always seems to ache. Your hair is usually pulled in a sporty-looking pony tail. And, interestingly enough, you don’t get bored doing the same thing over and over. Initially, I think you’re anRead More…