Steph Young

I imagine this is what mother’s probably feel like, but instead of being pregnant for nine months, I, nay we (my writing partner and I) were preggers for about seven years. The conception started in our apartment one day – like they often do. We were bored and just hanging out. Then Jill, who was seemingly feeling nostalgic pulled out an old journal and began reading. After she giggled about five Read more of this blog post »