Chapter Five Oh, Rebecca Masterson

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Helloooo, New Year. In my head, I’m saying that ala Seinfeld to Newman. Helloooo, New Year. We meet again, you’ve done me dirty so what do you want now…
Rebecca Masterson
I’ve been waiting on myself to begin. I knew it was time to get back to this and I knew it was time for a shift. I shut down the old blog, bought a new…
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My mom died on April 1, just a little over two weeks ago. I don’t know which cliché to use – does it feel like yesterday or years? Both, I guess. My mom…
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Well, it had to come. Some of you readers have been with me for a while now. You’ve read these random blogs and followed along on Facebook as Jax came…
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So we’re homeschooling over here. It’s going really well, I’d say. We have great people, Jax’s anxiety is at an all-time low, he’s happy, he’s…
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I have sucked as a parent lately. Truth. 'Tis the season for holiday lights and wrapping paper and for mom to be a stressed out asshole. That should be…
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Dear Jax, It's Gotcha Day, little dude. We adopted you eleven years ago today. I love this day, but this year's celebration is bittersweet. Your…
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Chapter Five Oh, Rebecca Masterson

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