My worry isn't helpful, but I can't find the off button
My mom worries just like you do, about all of us. Nothing I say can make her worry less.
Yes. We always carry our kids around. Your essay resonates with me, Lisa. Thank you. And what a classic photograph of the lady in red!
It’s been years since I read “Kids.” Thank you for that bread crumb, leading me back to it. You have a beautiful, incredibly bare, honest way of writing. Thank you for sharing your truths and your journey.
The Least Happy Child
My mom worries just like you do, about all of us. Nothing I say can make her worry less.
Yes. We always carry our kids around. Your essay resonates with me, Lisa. Thank you. And what a classic photograph of the lady in red!
It’s been years since I read “Kids.” Thank you for that bread crumb, leading me back to it. You have a beautiful, incredibly bare, honest way of writing. Thank you for sharing your truths and your journey.