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I know it may not seem that way at first glance, but this is a post about being an adoptive mom and a birth mom and a daughter of a crazy mom:
All you readers who googled ‘tied up’ and came here expecting smut can just back up. I think porn is on the next blog over. This is about something entirely different, but just as naked, maybe.
I think I’ve always looked young for my age. Used to anyway. There comes a time when you need to start telling people you’re ten years older than you really are just so you can see that look of amazement in their eyes. The good amazement. This is bad amazement: ‘You’re only forty five?’
And the worst part of growing older for me is that I am beginning to see more of my crazy mom in the mirror. Or in a glimpse of my hands when they are busy doing something frivolous. Or in a haircut styled a certain way. Note to hairstylist - please don’t make me look like my mom and I’ll leave you a big tip.
You can read the rest here: Ties that bind us
