I’m beginning to grow into who I thought I might be.
The past is for learning from and letting go. You can’t revisit it. It vanishes.
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.
Bloody biology curses women every time.
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.