"There will always be the older white woman in Walmart who stared at us with sheer disgust, or the African-American mother who looked at us and just shook her head.”
"I was at the lowest point in my life...by a mile. We’re talking fetal position on the floor sobbing uncontrollably. Drinking very heavily every night just to be able to fall asleep."
“Why are you crying?” I asked in frustration. “Because I just wanted a little help?!” It was one of those Mommy Moments where I felt like I should be the one crying. But then she spoke through her veil of tears.
