‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through School House,
Not a teacher was stirring—not even Mr. Nadeau!
The stockings were hung in Williams with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The Glass girls were nestled all snug in their
There is no perfect, ideal, and cohesive road for motherhood, only the twist and turns of the “figure it out yourself” sort... Was I ever a fully-fledged person before I had my children? Why yes, of course I was… I had a life and it was a great one –...
