When I was a little girl, I’d sit on the countertop in my parents’ (and sometimes grandparents’) kitchen while they cooked or baked me something delicious. Some of my favorite childhood memories happened in that hallowed room, amongst the pots and pans. I
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 –...
