Where Do All the Butterflies Go in January?
My name is Brenda, and I suffer from A.D.O.S. There. I admitted it. I tore off my warm, fuzzy cloak of denial and stand naked. I hope you won’t judge too harshly. On the other hand, you might ask, “What is A.D.O.S.?” You’ve never heard of such a thing. A.D.O.S. stands for “Attention Deficit… Ooh, […]
