Imaginary Strangers (Dangerous Strangers, #1)

by Minka Kent

I’m present. And yet I’m not. It’s me standing here. And yet it’s someone else completely . . . a stranger.

this is how I sometimes feel postpartum 🙃

We finished the night at his place, listening to Miles Davis and Chet Baker records until the sun came up.

Bodies are strange. Pregnancy is strange.

brown sugar oat milk latte,

Society tells women we’re supposed to do it all, have it all, and be it all. But what society doesn’t tell you is that’s an impossible order.”

In her attempt to have it all, she lost it all. I love that for her.

“No one’s perfect. Everyone has their baggage,” he says. “What kind of man would I be if I wrote off the mother of my children? A woman who would do anything to keep them safe? A woman strong enough to confront her past?”