This place is sacred. Here, gather the mothers who once lived in a hurry, burdened by overwhelming agendas, and soaring cortisol levels. We encounter those who, unwittingly, became slaves to status, bank accounts, homes, investments, titles, and diplomas.

Here, we confront our own arrogance to finally acknowledge that our children are our greatest teachers. As mothers, we reflect on the moment when we bought into the story of success and guided our little ones, with the best of intentions, into a hectic and draining journey. We, the ones who never grasped the true art of living and thus failed to cultivate genuinely happy souls, now learn. But above all, we sit down to write, to read each other’s stories, and to listen to each other.