Mother and Son

Yesterday my mom sent me some suggestions to improve my professional website. I was having a weird day and might have been a little snappy in some emails. I felt bad about it so I wrote her an email, and then we had an exchange that I will now share with the whole world:

I love my mom.

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this is a talking message

When I’m freaking out about work, I tend to be terrible about returning phone calls. What happened today is a standard Sunday phenomenon:  I’m in my apartment, reading some ungodly book about human rights and collective memory, and my parents call me. And text me. 10 times. They’re very supportive people. Not sure exactly what happened here, but I don’t hate it.

— Arielle