“What is love, mama?” my two year old asked me. We were sitting next to each other on the steps of our porch, at an Airbnb overlooking the red rocks in Sedona. I struggled to find the words, and then answered her with tears. I looked at the pepper trees in front of us as I tried to suppress the emotions flowing down my cheeks. I wiped my nose and search…
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