Your story is what you have, what you will always have. It is something to own.
Michelle Obama, First Lady of the United States, quickly became one of the most iconic women of the White House.
In this memoir, she reflects on what her life was like as she was raised on the South Side of Chicago and her roots in her working class family.
Do we settle for the world as it is, or do we work for the world as it should be?
We learn about her college life and her career as a lawyer.
Along the way, we experience the grief she felt when she lost her father too soon.
It hurts to live after someone has died. It just does. It can hurt to walk down a hallway or open the fridge…You look at something you’d otherwise find beautiful—a purple sky at sunset or a playground full of kids—and it only somehow deepens the loss. Grief is so lonely this way.
And we get to follow along as she met Barrack Obama, a junior lawyer, and what it was like dating (and eventually marrying) the future president.
And from there, we learn what the White House is like – from the gardens to the galas, Michelle Obama walks through every aspect of juggling work, motherhood and being the First Lady.
Time, as far as my father was concerned, was a gift you gave to other people.
Oh my gosh. People. This was perfect.
This absolutely gorgeous book had me hooked from the very start.
It was beautiful, it was poignant, it made me cry in public – it had everything I could’ve wanted in a memoir and more.
When she talked about her love for her father, and how painful that loss was, I couldn’t stop the flow of tears.. It truly got to me in the best way possible.
Also, learning about the rest of her family – her brother, parents and grandparents – really helped me understand what her childhood was like and how it shaped her into the wonderful woman she is today.
I was surprised about what she all accomplished when in the White House and I’m really shaking my head at how I missed knowing this earlier.
We were so lucky and blessed to have this woman in our White House – I honestly cannot recommend this enough.
At fifty-four, I am still in progress, and I hope that I always will be.