I’ve needed to mark this point in my life somehow. I wanted to remember the strength I’ve tapped into as a single mother and a woman who is realizing herself more and more each week. I never thought I’d be a tattoo person. Never. But this  just came to me. The image is inspired by Nikki McClure, who I wrote about awhile back. And the quote, though not exact, came to me while watching Obama’s inauguration and listening to Elizabeth Alexander’s poem, “Praise  Song for the Day.”  The eggs are my kids – and it has been my love for my kids that’s kept me rooted and strong through both my dad’s illness and death and my divorce. The nest is love. The nest is me. I love the image of a nest, which is made of many things to become a whole; which is seemingly weak but supports an entire family in its ingenious design; which is flexible and yet sturdy.