It’s Mother’s Day. I’m writing this to you because that is what I said I wanted to do — write and sleep in. I’m keeping it low-key because Mother’s Day is the New Year’s Eve for middle-aged women — we expect it to be magical and it will never, ever live up to our…
Diary, August 8: The Shrug Days of Summer
I’ve reached the point of summer where all I do in regards to parenting is shrug.