I'm almost 40, a mom, married to the love of my life, extremely happy (i.e. gay), a musician at heart with rusty chops, a geek, a superhero to my son and our two cats. I know where I belong; I'm the luckiest.
Now I'm worried because the rice doesn't appear to be moving for me. Hypochondria setting in again!
Now I'm worried because the rice doesn't appear to be moving for me. Hypochondria setting in again!
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