“Because of my unique experience as my mom’s child, the beginning of my journey was more about me trying to figure out who I was on my own. My mom is one of the greatest moms and so supportive of all my siblings and of all of us being who we are, and not who she wanted us to be.” ….
I was at my home away from home – otherwise known as Starbucks – getting work done when I observed a mother with two daughters come in. They were young, around eleven years old firmly entrenched in the preteen years, with lithe dancers bodies and bubbly personalties to match. They got in line and began discussing what they were going to ….