Yesterday, Ryan turned 11 months old. The end of his first year is officially in sight. I’m supposed to be thinking about all the usual sappy stuff – the fact that he’ll never be a cuddly infant ever again, that he is just weeks (or days?!) away from walking, that he’s growing more understanding, more independent with every passing...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.