The idea that I might call someone a good friend and not know all her siblings' names, her college major or her natural hair color seemed preposterous. But then I became a mom, and those details were overshadowed by information that relates either directly or indirectly to people's kids
My stroller was my ticket to freedom in those early months of motherhood. It gave
me a sense of protection and with its help, I believed I could do it—I could get out of our
house and find success, not feel like a total disaster.
