She Refused to Eat for Weeks… Until the Night She Finally Told Me the Truth

while we were mixing batter or rolling out dough, Emma would look out the kitchen window at the Seattle sky, the rain long gone, replaced by bright, clear sunshine.

“I think the previous mama is happy watching us,” Emma would say casually, licking chocolate off her wooden spoon.

And looking at my beautiful, thriving daughter, I knew she was right. Jennifer continue reading …