One day I stopped to really analyze my thoughts, and I realized these are not even my own thoughts. Other peoples’ stories have attached themselves to my internal voice

As we pulled up to our Oakland AirBnb close to 9pm, I sat in the backseat tears streaming down my face, Kingston clutching my hand with his tiny fingers still whimpering.

5pm nap time commences - GO! What are you going to do?! Ahhhh the dilemma. If you asked me this morning I would have told you…