Thursday, January 17th, 2008
My friend Heidi had a plaque that read “Being a mother is like being pecked to death by chickens
My friend Heidi had a plaque that read “Being a mother is like being pecked to death by chickens
Newborn Henry Already furrowing his brows for the tough days to come. It’s always been hard to be Henry’s mom. From the time he was just hours old, we had a hunch this baby wouldn’t be like the rest of them. We also got our first clue in how difficult getting help and empathy in [...]