Quote of the Day
And even knowing that I had to do it-that I would have died if I hadn’t-didn’t make it any easier for me to deal with. I missed her. I hated her. I loved her. I hated myself. I missed her. Moms, even bad ones-and she’d been a good one once-are sacred. They’re the taproot from which we grow.
FEVERSONG, Karen Marie Moning