When I was a kid, my dad had an expression that would stop me and my brother in our tracks. A look that made an appearance only when absolutely necessary, when we were past the point of unruly and had entered out-of-control territory. And when we saw that face, you better believe we knew it was time to settle down. (My mom never could quite muster up a...Read More
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I'm Meghan. I grew up in Ohio, came of age in Arizona and am now raising a family in Pennsylvania. I'm a freelance writer and essayist, a stay-at-home mom to my seven-year-old son, and a foster parent. I'm told I am too organized and too sarcastic for my own good but I don't see how either is possible.