taking credit

Sometimes when my sons share all the things that interest them and all the things they want to do with their lives, I think to myself:

Damn, my breastmilk was good.

Author: Kelly Salasin

Lifelong educator, writer, retreat & journey leader, yoga & yogadance instructor. View All Posts

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