It’s so nice and cool sketching beside a mountain river. The water splashes over the rocks, laughing in the tumbling rocks. In the little slot canyon created by the river, light angles steeply, only lighting the edges of the trees. Golden light dances in
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 –...
