Tag: grow

  There is this version of wife and mother and friend and young professional that I wish I was. And then there is this version that I am. How about you? Sometimes the woman I wish I was stares through the mirror at the woman I am. She doesn't scorn me, and I don't resent her. We make eye contact across strange planes of existence, but we never really meet. We're not in opposition to one other, we're not enemies or competitors... we're not...