If motherhood were an adventure path in Dungeons and Dragons it would probably be the most frustrating and strangely convoluted game ever. Maybe almost as bad as the Call of Cthulhu because your sanity would constantly be at risk with all the fear of the unknown, anxiety of doing the right thing, and worry for […]
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My father died when I was seven. That was too young for me to really know the man, but old enough to have a few precious memories, and develop an impression of who he was to me.