There is a story that lives on in infamy in my family. You know how these kinds of stories go: Family member makes stupid mistake. Rest of family never lets him/her forget it. When I was a kid, probably somewhere around age 11, I was sitting with my older brother at the kitchen table, watching my mother cook dinner. To understand something about my mother,...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.