I am the arrow. The dew that flies.

They say that it takes a village to raise a child. (At least, that’s something they used to say before we started raising families in boomed off neighbourhoods, with security cameras hid in teddy bears and smartphones raised up between us like bright-shining drawbridges.) I lost my mother at a very young age. And the older I become, the more I appreciate how unusual my childhood was. You see, after she died, a village sprung up around me. A village of moms. You have no idea what a privilege it is to have been raised, loved and supported by so many […]