I’m not a fan of Mothers’ Day. I was seven months’ pregnant for Saoirse when I vowed to put a stop to the madness. I saw it all as a giant pyramid scheme, with the youngest, newest, most exhausted Mom in the family line at the highest point of suffering. Because, while it was a […]
I am not my troubles.
We all face problems. That doesn’t mean they define us. I wade out of the pond and my skin tingles in the cool air as I slip out of my bathing suit and into warmer clothes. Bob offers me a turn in the kayak, but I refuse. He and Ula paddle off. Dusky perches on […]