My name is Myra Whitmore. I’m thirty-four years old, a chief cardiology resident, and a single mother to three-year-old twins who are the absolute center of my universe. For illustration …
My parents refused to watch my twins while I was in emergency surgery—calling me “a nuisance and a burden” because they had Taylor Swift tickets. Read More My name is Myra Whitmore. I’m thirty-four years old, a chief cardiology resident, and a single mother to three-year-old twins who are the absolute center of my universe. For illustration …
My parents refused to watch my twins while I was in emergency surgery—calling me “a nuisance and a burden” because they had Taylor Swift tickets. Read More My name is Myra Whitmore. I’m thirty-four years old, a chief cardiology resident, and a single mother to three-year-old twins who are the absolute center of my universe. For illustration …
My parents refused to watch my twins while I was in emergency surgery—calling me “a nuisance and a burden” because they had Taylor Swift tickets. Read More My name is Myra Whitmore. I’m thirty-four years old, a chief cardiology resident, and a single mother to three-year-old twins who are the absolute center of my universe. For illustration …
My parents refused to watch my twins while I was in emergency surgery—calling me “a nuisance and a burden” because they had Taylor Swift tickets. Read More My name is Myra Whitmore. I’m thirty-four years old, a chief cardiology resident, and a single mother to three-year-old twins who are the absolute center of my universe. For illustration …
My parents refused to watch my twins while I was in emergency surgery—calling me “a nuisance and a burden” because they had Taylor Swift tickets. Read More My name is Myra Whitmore. I’m thirty-four years old, a chief cardiology resident, and a single mother to three-year-old twins who are the absolute center of my universe. For illustration …
My parents refused to watch my twins while I was in emergency surgery—calling me “a nuisance and a burden” because they had Taylor Swift tickets. Read More My name is Myra Whitmore. I’m thirty-four years old, a chief cardiology resident, and a single mother to three-year-old twins who are the absolute center of my universe. For illustration …
My parents refused to watch my twins while I was in emergency surgery—calling me “a nuisance and a burden” because they had Taylor Swift tickets. Read More My name is Myra Whitmore. I’m thirty-four years old, a chief cardiology resident, and a single mother to three-year-old twins who are the absolute center of my universe. For illustration …
My parents refused to watch my twins while I was in emergency surgery—calling me “a nuisance and a burden” because they had Taylor Swift tickets. Read More My name is Myra Whitmore. I’m thirty-four years old, a chief cardiology resident, and a single mother to three-year-old twins who are the absolute center of my universe. For illustration …
My parents refused to watch my twins while I was in emergency surgery—calling me “a nuisance and a burden” because they had Taylor Swift tickets. Read More My name is Myra Whitmore. I’m thirty-four years old, a chief cardiology resident, and a single mother to three-year-old twins who are the absolute center of my universe. For illustration …
My parents refused to watch my twins while I was in emergency surgery—calling me “a nuisance and a burden” because they had Taylor Swift tickets. Read More