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

some women from work.

Me at a pottery class I joined on Tuesday evenings.

Me laughing with my neighbor Margaret at a garden party I hosted last month.

Pictures of a woman who exists outside of motherhood.

Who has interests and friends and a life of her own.

Daniel calls once a week now.

Sometimes I answer.

Sometimes I don’t.

We’re rebuilding something, slowly,continue reading …