Worth, disguised

On Living: Worth as work as art as motherhood

This piece came up and was written stream-of-conscious. I thought I was saying one thing and then it became a journey of worth that ended somewhere else, and this is the beauty of writing. You never know where it’s going to lead, but it always leads you to somewhere you need to go. Also, I wrote this piece a couple of days before I immersed myself in a …