This afternoon, I was excited to get a phone call from a guy I have a crush on. But now reality is setting in and I know I'm going to be disappointed, again.
To me single parents are superheroes. I keep looking for the strings and the hidden wires but there’s no sleight of hand, only reserves of love and hard work.
To my kids, my sole job it was to feed and clean up after them. Since there really isn't any other reason why a man would be at my house at 6am, I decided to confess.
