now i'm pointed north: This Mother's Day I'm Thankful for a Human's Capacity to Change
When I was a little boy, I couldn’t go to sleep until my mom would lie beside me and gently scratch my head. I had terrible nightmares because I’d, unknowingly to her, been raped as a child. I’d close my eyes, start to relive that terrible experience, and her soft touch and voice singing - often…
I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.
— John Steinbeck (via accidentalism)
