Perhaps one of the inaugural “it’s not a regret, it’s an experience” incidents of my life, today I’m over at Off Our Chests talking about my first year all on my own and lessons learned from it.

(Addendum: Sometimes I look back on the choices I’ve made in my life and marvel that I am still alive and relatively unscathed. Seriously.)

And then I look at my fiercely independent child and realize that my mother’s dreams really did come true: I actually DID go have a daughter just like me. (Oh, karma!)