I’d will the ducks to talk to me, and if they didn’t talk to me, that meant I wasn’t crazy. As an adult, I became the 1 in 5 women who suffers from postpartum depression. The author outside the hospital before giving birth to her daughter (Durham, North Carolina, 2014). Advertisement AdvertisementAdvertisement AdvertisementWhen my daughter was in preschool, it became increasingly apparent that she had, indeed, inherited aspects of my mind. It felt precious, serendipitous, joyful that both my kids could witness the birth of this book into my hands.
