He is kind, a hard-worker, but he is scared, as described by the foster mother caring for him. This is a raw letter to a mother who abandoned her son.
I’m a mom with a cold, and I’m pretty sure this is what hell is like.
Gwyneth Paltorow is all sorts of something else. Here are her top, most GOOP-y moments.
Perhaps more disturbing than the image itself? The promise that Gwyneth and her Goop Lab plan to “reach new depths.” Please God, noooooooo.
Can we rename self-care or at least give better, more realistic examples? Like hiding in the pantry and eating fruit snacks or blasting Nirvana on the radio.
You could always set up an industrial Hazmat foyer for decontaminating your kids every time they enter the house.
It looks about as you would expect: naked rears and fannies/packages splayed out towards our solar overlord, just begging to soak up that (vitamin) D.
Let’s just say you’re going to want to pass on that glass of water or cup of coffee the next time you’re cruising at 35,000 feet.