Faithit

"I didn’t cry on the first day of school. Not really my style, I guess. My children were ready and so was I. But the last? There were tears. A lot of tears. And that is largely thanks to their teachers."

"I know I can’t speak for everyone, but this quarantine has been gasoline to some old habits. I find myself thinking about one more glass of wine, or maybe I could find some old pain pills in the cupboards." I mean, I am in pain after all.

"Mom hack level 1,000. Don't forget one of these in your hospital bag."

We get hateful glares and stares because we ‘married outside of our race.’

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"Yes, they’re a lot—of everything. Their voice ricochets off of walls and it’s surprising glass doesn’t shatter. If you take out their batteries, they still run wildly—literally never running out of energy."

“Once we got into the typical, annoying Los Angeles traffic, completely out of the blue, he placed his hand on my inner thigh and then grabbed my crotch. I screamed, ‘What are you doing? No!’”

" I’m sorry to intrude. I don’t know you but I was just driving past and saw you crying," the woman said.