It is with our swollen bellies and breasts, our mental concerns crowned as frailties, our mistaken identity as "just a mom" that we march into combat. Our underestimation serves us well.
As we wrestle Lars to get in bed, just to lie still as we read books - something startles me. My mother's voice jolts into my head: "When you become a mother, you will never know a love like the one you have for your children. But you will also have a fear like you … Continue reading The Lions at Night