Now here we are reeling from the bizarre pace of March. We cycle through this piece of history, that which is framed by the four walls of our homes, but also one that is expanding, like breath as we reach out in empathy through the abandoned streets of the world.
The half-cursive lettering just flows off of the page, like a quickly moving story through time. This was indeed a basic and beautiful time for me; a period of vital self-discovery while I focused solely on my humble home and young child. But what was also revealed to me is how truly lonely and ill-prepared in life I felt at the time. Financial woes, weight insecurities and constantly feeling upset with my husband and annoyed with my friends and sister. Persistent struggles with insomnia. And always the longing for a second child.
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