Author. Poet. Yogi. Feminist. Working on a memoir about motherhood and sexuality. www.diana-whitney.com
“Mommy, your bubbies look sad,” Ava says brightly one morning as I’m toweling dry from the shower.
The conversations come when you’re least expecting them: driving home from soccer practice, or brushing teeth together after a rare mother-daughter dinner out, still a little giddy from the pineapple margarita.