My mother's body wouldn't recover so much as bide its time against her heart's inevitable betrayal. - Saeed Jones

I’d never thought of myself as “one of the boys.

Reach high for the stars that hidden in your soul. Dream precedes the goal

I felt swept along, swept past. It annoyed me, how easily she was able to pry me away from myself. When I put down the phone, though, my frustration curdled into shame. How could I begrudge the woman who raised me on her own? How dare I, when she had found it in herself to keep loving her own mother through decades of ups and downs?