Maybe we can’t always have fun, Ma…But we sure have to try

Twenty-one days is a huge improvement from my early years as a single mama when I needed to believe on the hour that someone, PLEASE God, anyone, love me. Literally, within a week after hearing the juice of the drama unfolding in my life the A-list crowd was gone. I suppose they stayed true to the one who would remain in their social circle ... ................
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