One thing I’ve come to know for certain is that no matter how long you live in a place, you can never entirely get your roots out of the soil where you grew up.
I am not a mother. I am, however, a few months past 40, and have been married for 20 of those years. So naturally, speculation about how I arrived at this childless “condition” buzzes around me like the electric field of a bug zapper.
Waterloo, Day two and a half.