On Being an Alien in the Land of Mothers

I’ve traveled a lot in my life. I’ve been lucky to do so. And every time I take a trip or make a move, it feels like a fresh start, like capping a dried out pen and cracking open a new one. But there have been times when the magic just didn’t happen. I couldn’t shake my old self enough to embrace the new. When I became a mother, I thought my new shiny pen would last forever. But sometimes you run out. Sometimes the new land your children lead you too isn’t enough to bring you out of yourself. Sometimes you have to fight to find the wonder. Cracking it wide open on Her View From Home today.

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