How to wear out your brain by breakfast
On losing the ability to tell what you want
Most of my life I have known exactly what I wanted.
I wanted to be a good wife. A good mother. A faithful member of the Mormon church. I knew what each of those things required. Exactly. I knew what a good Sunday looked like, what a good woman wore to church, what a good family ate for dinner, how a good person spent her discretionary income. I knew what…
