This is the tale of the "GI rock". Two towns were fighting over its ownership. One of them started writing their name on it, but had to stop at GI due to protest of the other town. Now the poor rock is marked with the unfinished letters that remind him...
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 –...