Did I turn out ok?




Sixth in a line of firstborn daughters on a family tree rooted in the bravery of a girl fleeing famine,  I navigate my journey alongside a husband, a daughter, and a son - each with a superior intellect and profound artistic talent. I find spaces for myself by reflecting internally and sharing externally. I find peace and power in moments of curiosity; I find clarity in definitions and facts; and I rely upon beauty and humor to find sanctuary. 

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