My life is the entire universe on the top of a pencil. It’s the entire meaning of life and it’s the socks my wife bought me at the store. They’re the same thing.
It is impossible for me to know the toll that is inflicted in the process of becoming a mother. I witnessed my wife heroically take on that task and marveled at her resilience, heart and perseverance. But I was most certainly on the outside looking in on something so beautiful and exhausting that it aroused both feelings of jealousy and relief at the fact that I am not able to partake in that particular experience. Tully is a film that…