Only later did I come to understand that to be a mother is to be an illusion. No matter how vigilant, in the end a mother can't protect her child - not from pain, or horror, or the nightmare of violence, from sealed trains moving rapidly in the wrong direction, the depravity of strangers, trapdoors, abysses, fires, cars in the rain, from chance.

My webmaster lives in Munich and is a very dear friend of mine. He is doing a great job on the site and it is constantly being updated and always will.

Sometimes I just want to burn down all the rules and start over.

I&#39;m thankful I grew up the way I did. It made me a hard worker and insightful to other people&#39;s lives.

Written By Rachel Roy

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