This book is nothing if it is not a kind of feminist manifesto (I hope). Much of the work here is about me trying to reconcile our shared feminism with my evolving into motherhood, a journey that sometimes represented some contradictions for me, but in the end turned out to be an enriching, complex layering of my feminism, like plants growing together in a garden. Feminism, for me, is always becoming, never still, always self-critiquing, sprouting and blooming, dying, becoming seed again.

Lily Robert-Foley