Every Monday night at 11:00 I float home on the interstate. Thinking of you and how the hell will I describe the way I am changing and getting better? I’m riding this big, rusty rocket through outer space. I’m not safely inside, I’m mounted smack on the rocket’s nose. The stars are exploding around me. … Continue reading
Every morning when I drop my kids off at school and peel out of the parking lot chanting “Freedom! Freedom!” whilst fist-pumping out the window, I notice at least a few moms lingering at the front doors of the school. They’re peering into the windows and down the hallway lined with short, gray lockers. I … Continue reading
This is a repost , originally published by Contrary Mom on July 26, 2013. “When we go school shopping, I want to get new sneakers,” Layla says. “My pink ones are getting too small.” My heart starts racing. “We can get new ones,” I tell her. But I probably sound like a zombie, like I have a million … Continue reading
“When we go school shopping, I want to get new sneakers,” Layla says. “My pink ones are getting too small.” My heart starts racing. “We can get new ones,” I tell her. But I probably sound like a zombie, like I have a million times in the last seven months. I’m thinking about my mom … Continue reading
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