I Am Allowed To Sleep

Growing up, my mom was very consistent with my bedtime ritual: bath, book, bed. Bath -- warm water, bubbles. By seven or eight months old, this first step was so necessary that my dad, left alone with me for an evening, had to call my mom away from a coffee (a military-wives get-together) because I... Continue Reading →

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