I am one of the lucky ones. One of the VERY lucky ones. First, because at 43, I have a mother who is the compass of my soul. Second, because I have an amazing mom who always loved me, lifted me up, and put me first. Perhaps she should have put herself first in many occasions, but at least I can say that being on the receiving end, I felt loved beyond anything in my journey from little girl to woman. Today. I appreciate my mom even more so. The more I age, the more I delve into my own motherhood, the more I realize what a warrior she always has been. How did she find the strength to do what she did, all the magical things? How did she do it on her own, without a tribe of other women, in a dif
And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.