Monica Bielanko
A chronicle since 2005 of my marriage & move to Brooklyn in my twenties; becoming a mother in my thirties; moving to Pennsylvania and learning to amicably coparent after divorce in my forties while living 3 doors down from my ex-husband in a small country town.
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Wednesday
Jan192011

Touchdown!



Once a day Milo must be taken to the park to play with his Frisbee. Or else NO ONE is happy. And by happy I mean, able to take a few steps in the house without Milo glaring daggers and trying to use Jedi mind tricks to get you out the front door.