I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the intersection of the lives of mothers and daughters.
My daughter is adopted, so we don't share any cells, but when we are apart -- like when she is at university for several months in another province -- I feel like part of me is somewhere else.
My daughter is adopted, so we don't share any cells, but when we are apart -- like when she is at university for several months in another province -- I feel like part of me is somewhere else.