When I cook and garden with my kids my world is vivid and understandable. I feel like we have everything we need: confidence, connection, simplicity, love, learning, ability and each other.

Twenty-nine years ago, in a country halfway around the world, I was raped. Until now, only a handful of people knew.

There is another side to this passing of the torch – a sadness that I cannot deny. Because just as her star is beginning to rise, mine is beginning to fall.

I wonder, how many more years will she hold my hand, how much longer do we have to skate together, just the two of us?