Sunday Love: This is what freedom looks like.

Hi Reader, How many times have you opened your mouth and heard your mother’s voice fall out of it? Now, I don’t know about you, but anytime that happens to me I am a bit horrified. As much as I love my mother, the sound bites that ring in my ears from her aren’t the ones I use to pick myself up from low places. They usually sound similar to the mean girl in my head that pops up and dampens any celebration I should be having. My hope for you is that your mother was super nurturing, never...