Motherhood is not an island

I went to Sweden to find a part of myself, and now it's with me. Forever.

I did a thing.

A big thing.

A couple of big things, actually, but only one am I telling about in today’s newsletter.

(Stay tuned next week for details about The Other Thing.)

I got a new tattoo. On May 11, which is a very special day in my world.

That’s the day my grandmother and my best friend Troy were born. Many years apart (1930 and 1983), but they were…

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