My dad died in March, but even if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have sent me any words on Mothers Day. I wasn’t his mother. That’s what he would have said. But I know he was proud, I guess.

What I’m saying is that you are so very lucky, and he’s right. And this made me cry. And I want to call and yell at the airline for giving you a hard time about transporting BREAST MILK.

Weird world we live in.

Great piece.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.