It was devastating, especially since we have been trying for quite a while to get pregnant.
I got through half of it before I gave up, read the last couple of pages, and put it down.
The pictures were in an old shoebox filled with baseball cards and other adolescent memories.
She never judged or punished me for being sexual.
My mother was blasting Al Green like she did every Sunday when she cleaned the house.
She never once mentioned birth control or condoms; she just vaguely mentioned staying safe a few times.