Home is Not a Place

Our family is home, no matter where we are.

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The travel bug bit me early in life, nipping at my heels when I was given an invitation in high school to visit a dozen or so countries across Europe on a singing tour.

There I was, sixteen with bleached blonde hair, black converse tennis shoes, and ink drawings of hearts and stars on my hands, singing in some of the most coveted…




Stories for and about the mommas doing it for their babies, on their own.

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Ashley Shannon

Ashley Shannon

Thirty something queer mom of two, one with autism. Lover of sushi, coffee, and wine. Living a life of travel. Top Writer ashleyshannononmedium@gmail.com

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