It wasn’t modest and it wasn’t grand. Our house was just right. We lived on a quiet cul-de-sac in Northwestern Ontario, my dad, brother and myself. We were a busy family with two dogs and a house that some might term a hub. Our Dad was willing to buy chips and pop so our home quickly......
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I am not a Dance Mum I’m not a Dance Mum Not a Dance Mum A Dance Mum I never thought I would be ready to admit it, but I am a Dance Mum. Not the sweet, ‘isn’t my kid cute’ kind, but the kind you would see on a reality show and have......
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