In the first year of my daughter’s life I said yes to every wedding and bachelorette party I was invited to. I flew across the country alone to see Taylor Swift. I told myself I was reclaiming my life, and part of me was. But I was also trying to prove I wasn’t like the other moms I’d spent years judging — you know the ones, whose entire Instagram is th…
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