Before I begin; Is anyone else like me? Do your thoughts feel like they push against your forehead? Forcing you to liberate them from the walls of your skull and onto a page? This is also why I write. Tell me why it always has to be in the wee hours of the night? I.e....
The intense and constant realization that motherhood brought with it.I can’t seem to shake the idea that my parents’ kid had a kid and that they’re growing old.That I may have to part with them soon.I scramble to think of all the ways that i can make their existence special and to cherish all the...