Internal reflection

My name is Mary and I grew up in your quintessential small town, born to hard working Americans who had desired success for us kids and instilled absolute kindness and love; even if they failed a bit in the application of it. No parent's are perfect....

I then moved on to make quite a few of my own mistakes but the things that scar us only serve to strengthen us if we let them. I NEED to know that all of this has been for something, I refuse to allow the idea that we are all here for nothing. One thing I wish is that I had made more concrete memories of my time with my family and I hope that I can help you with your memories. Love you all. Mary