I’m a mom. Do you see the picture of me smiling, dark-blond hair blowing in the wind? That is I. My son snapped that picture of me at Virginia Beach last summer. I guess I am normal, but if not normal, I’m not so strange either. We all bear our own markings or scars, like zebras who all appear the same but different too. Perhaps our scars make us special, not so much from the shape they take when the [...]