Motherhood is not an island
I went to Sweden to find a part of myself, and now it's with me. Forever.
I did a thing.
A big thing.
A couple of big things, actually, but only one am I telling about in today’s newsletter.
(Stay tuned next week for details about The Other Thing.)
I got a new tattoo. On May 11, which is a very special day in my world.
That’s the day my grandmother and my best friend Troy were born. Many years apart (1930 and 1983), but they were…