More than 20 years ago when I started writing my memoir, I had no idea I would one day be the mother to a son and two daughters. And that despite growing up without a mother, father or family I would eventually find my way to becoming the kind of mother I wish I'd had. The kind of mother who loves without condition and who cherishes every precious moment. I worry, perhaps too often about the imperfect things. The divorce that couldn't be avoided. My history as an abused foste

To be truly alive, we must mourn joyfully all things that reach an inevitable end: seconds, minutes, hours, heartbeats, embraces, kisses