It’s a Process

Another pomegranate martini lingered in front of me; its sweet red nectar glistening in the glow of lowered lights and laughter. Two of my girlfriends flanked the table and I was absorbed by their presence. I'm realizing that everyone suffers from some level of loneliness or discontentment. The stay-at-home mom, the working mom, the mom … Continue reading It’s a Process