Bloody biology curses women every time.
The past is for learning from and letting go. You can’t revisit it. It vanishes.
I’m beginning to grow into who I thought I might be.
I look away so that my eyes don’t betray the hurt I feel.
I’m at the stage of the job when you just wish you hadn’t started.
Maybe, it was incredulity that two people could go through something together but still see it so differently.
I think that’s the hardest lesson I have had to learn as a parent; no matter how much I try, I am not able to guarantee my sons’ happiness and success.
Even with millions you can’t control time.
She’s all science-y, which is cool, especially for a girl. It should not matter. But it does. Cuz we’re not living in the future yet and people really do stereotype.