Thank you, Mama

I love my mom. She is solid, beautiful, there. She loves me like a rock, protects me and cares for me—whether she’s three blocks over, in a different country, or simply a blog away.

Read her post. That’s the lady who taught me to write, who taught me to be kind, who taught me it’s okay to say ‘ouch.’ She teaches me still, every day. She teaches me that I matter.

Thanks, Ma and friends.