She Sat Me by the Kitchen at My Son’s Wedding — So I Burned It All Down With One Phone Call

travel and dreams.

We talked about me.

My interests. My thoughts. My life.

And nobody interrupted or changed the subject or looked bored.

I was seen.

Really, truly seen.

Not as someone’s mother.

Not as someone’s employee.

Just as Margaret.

And it felt like coming home to myself after years of being lost.

I’ve started volunteering at the women’s shelter downtown continue reading …