How to Be a Woman
My daughter watches me as I dress, wrapped in a white towel, her damp hair curling at the ends. "I want to be a mama when I get big," wrinkled fingers touch the lines of motherhood around my navel.
My daughter watches me as I dress, wrapped in a white towel, her damp hair curling at the ends. "I want to be a mama when I get big," wrinkled fingers touch the lines of motherhood around my navel.