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Hi There!

 Hi There! 

Thanks for popping by! Writing has always been something that I love, and I have always wanted to blog, so here I am! 

A little about me! My name is Ashley and I live in Buffalo, NY! I’m a wife, a new mama to the sweetest baby boy and a mental health counselor. This blog will be my place to share my journey through life. Trying to navigate the balance of home and work. Trying to figure out this whole parenthood thing. And bringing up some really important aspects of mental health, which I experience as well as help others through everyday. 

So stay tuned for more! :) 

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