"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
"This question always make me pause. This well-meaning stranger, often a parent and just looking to swap stories, doesn’t know what they are asking. How could they?"
"I see you running your child to therapy when your friends are running their kids to Little League. I see you slipping out the of conversation when your friends are all chiming in about milestones and test grades."
"Something you adore so much, something you’d give your life for, it is the very thing that saps your energy, makes you feel like an utter failure, and it ends up making the gift of motherhood exhausting..."
