At the time of this writing I am 33 years old. I live in a tiny forested community just outside of Eugene, Oregon, and I have been 12 years a mother. It could be said that I have also been other titles, of course, but the scope of my experience and the existence of my current reality both entrench me and delight me in one fact:
I am a mother.
These are my thoughts. This is my heart as genuine as I can show it. This is me being the kind of person I desire to be. These words are also my struggles. My heartache.
My ongoing progress.