You are absolutely right. I was worried. I was worried about identity, about wasting my time caring for another rather than myself. Right now I'm in a sweet thick hormonal soup that somewhat allays those fears ... But it's more too. It's wordless, really. It's as if those fears themselves were given power, but good power, like the Power of Grayskull. (Was that good power?) It's as if everything has turned to nourish me and my love for this goofy tiny beauty of a guy. That is not to say perfection exists here. It never will. But circumscribed in the lines that tie me to Baz, Maizie, Jack and Adam, there is strange and wonderful magic.
I'm a writer and storyteller in Berkeley, CA. If you're wondering where that is, follow the smell of patchouli and skunkweed. There you'll find me with my kickass husband, gorgeous little boy, and manic Lab-Australian Shepherd mix pups. I'm represented by Miriam Altshuler of DeFiore & Co., but of course, my views are my own.