My sister, Maryanna, texted me a picture of a picture she found in our childhood apartment. I stared at it for a good fifteen minutes after receiving it. The joy I felt to be able to see myself in conversation with my mom. I can't be more than sixteen yea
There is no perfect, ideal, and cohesive road for motherhood, only the twist and turns of the “figure it out yourself” sort... Was I ever a fully-fledged person before I had my children? Why yes, of course I was… I had a life and it was a great one –...
