My mom held a crowd with a bit about screwing out of wedlock. I couldn’t have been more disoriented. All my life my mother was my mother, nothing more. Not Greenie’s saving grace, not the funny woman in the office. But now I see there’s no such thing as a woman, one woman. There are dozens inside every one of them. I probably should’ve figured this out sooner, but what child can see the women inside her mom, what with all that Motherness blocking out everything else?
