The Wren, the Wren

by Anne Enright

You can’t throw out a picture of your own baby, that would be like throwing out a whole person, because your baby changes so fast, you will never see that version again.

Give me a break, period app bitch.

You think you can walk away but you really can’t walk away, because, guess what? There isn’t anywhere else to go. Right. So yeah. I think. Yeah. You might as well plant a few fucking trees.