I wake up and have to choose.
On my last post, Dee commented that motherhood is more of an offering than an investment. Whew. That is a mouthful. An offering.
I wake up and have to choose. To consume? To invest, strings attached? Or to hold my hands out: an offering?
Read MoreUmbrellas are wonderful because they show up in unexpected places. This is what I thought to myself the other night, as Chinua and I were driving home from a date that didn’t go badly but didn’t go well,
Read MoreDear Solo,
My love, in all the motion and the sets of goodbyes and all of it, you turned thirteen!
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