-- My strange sickness appears to be gone. I can now walk up the stairs and not feel like dying ( Read more... )

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I’m a working mother. That means I’m always responsible for doing or taking care of something, and at the end of the day cooking dinner seems like such a chore. This is sad for me because I’ve always liked to cook. I remember getting up early on the weekends and helping my dad make breakfast. I remember learning how to make spaghetti sauce and ( Read more... )