Even now words fail me. I usually say “miscarriage”, but it was in some ways much worse than that. I was so sick. At the time we didn’t know why.
After the familiar drive from NYC to West Virginia Eastern Panhandle, we arrived at Canaan Valley Resort, after dark in the midst of a snow storm.
I had reservations when we got our Elf on the Shelf, the mischievous Donnie. He warmed on me, but only after he changed jobs.
“Are you going back to work once your son goes to school? Or will you wait for both to be in school?” Stop. Just stop asking.
I saw you in line on IKEA Sunday night. You were watching my husband and I interact with our children. I worried you were judging me.