I knew at the beginning of 2013 that it would be a year for great risk taking. I wasn't happy with Kylie in NYC at the New Year. I felt like a mother consumed by the huge city that once enticed and raised me. Small details like the attitudes of people when I got on the train with a stroller made me second guess my staying. Kylie's dad was knee-deep in his career. She only saw him in between meetings, shows, recording and appearances. Then my dad retired, taking my mom and closest sister to Virginia. Should I go? I was alone.
