Villainous thoughts slithered through my brain like liquid nitrogen as I watched my husband Ken carry a fresh turkey into our home—the day AFTER Thanksgiving.
When I gave birth to our first child, we also gave birth to the next generation—the seventh, to be exact.
It means that I am raising a family and also taking care of a parent.
By Stacey Conner. I envy the good friends I've made who are living in their hometown with a grandma to call.
Like many of you, this season I reflect and give thanks to all that we have. I have much to be thankful for, in fact, if I made a list …
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