As a first-grader, I perceived how important our kitchen table was. It was where we ate all our meals, did homework, and played board games. It was also where my mother waited for me each weekday with an after-school snack. Although she had four other kids arriving...
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” I always hated that question—for many reasons. But mostly because every time it was asked of me, no one wanted to hear my answer: “I want to be a mom.” “No. What do you really want to be?” As a young person, I couldn’t...
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