Sharp Curve

It’s Four O’clock here,  the day your dream comes to fruition. It’s four o’clock here, I envision you cradling him in your arms, wrapped up like a burrito and I see her: twenty-six, khakis, yellow t-shirt, black flats she stands in the doorway looking at the class library, the one she spent her own money … More Sharp Curve

Good Little Girl

I am supposed to not care or not be bothered by it, but I am.  I am supposed to be able to balance work and motherhood with such ease that all the species on the earth look to me for advice, but it’s not like that at all.   I am supposed to.  I am … More Good Little Girl