We’ve Come A Long Way, Baby…
Finally a breakthrough with postpartum depression.
Every single time I fly out of Los Angeles it conjures up memories of the night before my departure for sleep away camp.
I wrestle with stereotypes and feel vaguely schizophrenic. To quote Popeye..”I am what I am”…I am a very independent, liberated woman as well as a mother and housewife.
I just bid my mom adieu until the holidays. Taking Metro North back to NYC afforded me some quiet time to reflect. I have never been without my mother.
I’m a mother… No, not that kind…a real mother and yesterday was my Mother’s Day.