What is the melting point--
There is no universe where I am a perfect person—perfectly calm, perfectly pleasant, perfectly woman. And yesterday I proved that I have a point where I just meltdown.
I like to believe I am an authentic person. If you read some of my essays about my late husband, you might feel that the grief consumed my world. It did.
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