The icing on the chocolate cake was thick and uneven, a testament to my amateur baking skills and my complete lack of patience for perfection. I wiped a smudge of fudge from my cheek with the back of my hand, adjusting the \u201cWorld\u2019s Okayest Mom\u201d apron that hung loosely over my gray sweatpants.To the world, or at least to the neighbors who saw me dragging the recycling bin to the curb every Tuesday, I was Sarah Reynolds: freelance writer, single mom, and connoisseur of boxed wine. My house was a modest, single-story bungalow with a porch that needed painting and a lawn that was more clover than grass. The shutters were faded blue, the mailbox tilted slightly to the left, and the garden gnome by the front steps had lost an ear to last winter\u2019s snowstorm.It was comfortable. It was quiet. And most importantly, it was mine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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