I am a Grandma Raising Twin Boys, I Bought a Fridge from a Thrift Store, but It Came with a Secret
If you had told me five years ago… If someone had told me five years ago that I’d be raising eight-year-old twin boys on my own at sixty-three, I would’ve laughed. Or maybe cried. But here I am — me, Noah, and Jack — getting by on love, instant coffee, and a stubborn kind of…