I get sort of short with people and start grumbling and clearing my throat - in honor of my father - when I'm impatient. It's very charming.
Having the option to be able to have a career and feel good about yourself as an individual and still be a great mother is definitely a possibility.
The road, lyric-wise, is a trap, and a bore. Maybe it's interesting to me, but I don't think it's a connecting thing with other humans. What is there to write about? Truck stops, hotels, clubs?
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