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no one loves you like your mother

a long time ago, what feels like a dream now, i was a first year teacher. those of you who teach know how tough that first year can be. mine was no exception. everything made me anxious: i was just a day ahead of all of my classes; i wanted to do well and teach them...

bottle this up: a sneak peek

if i could bottle and sell the happiness experienced at angela and rob’s wedding i would be a very rich girl. a few more of my favorites coming soon: