Last night, I pulled into the parking lot of Ryan’s daycare. I passed by his main teacher, who was leaving for the day. I smiled at her. She blinked and nodded once. Uh-oh…I walked into his classroom. He spotted me, grinned and ran into my arms, the same way he does every day. The picture-perfect reunion after a day apart. His other teacher...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.