Ever since I became a mom, I developed what I refer to as a mother tongue. I call every kid that enters my house, “Love,” I utter compilations of words that I never would have imagined go together like, “Don’t put that cantaloupe in the washing machine,” and I regularly tell outrageous stories that I … Continue reading Mother Tongue
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