We may have been safe, but we were not unscathed. I felt the potential catastrophes around each corner. And in the shadows lurked the great What Ifs. The Could Have Beens packed themselves into each crack of my surface.
I think I’m failing Kindergarten. My pre-parenthood M.O. was to avoid the stuff that overwhelmed me. Especially school. Because math.
Some of my best friends are people I’ve never met. I don’t mean that in a “strangers are just friends you haven’t made yet” sort of way. They’re from the internet.
Somewhere, at some point, a woman sat connected to a pump and had gotten more than her baby could eat. Her lactation donation helped my preemie.
The first day of school would inevitably include the correction of my name in the vast majority of rolls called. It’s not “Rhianna” or “Rhiawwna.” I don’t know why people seem to assume the “n” is silent.
Camping is easy enough as an adult…until you have kids. When you take your kids camping, there’s so much more that you have to consider.
I’ve spent an enormous amount of mental energy forging routes around fear; taking the long
The box invites you to see Puppy Surprise make weird panting noises. It is not the sound of a happy dog. It is the sound of a dog mid-panic attack.
Underscheduled? My daughter looks at hobbies like a buffet—today she is on another ballet kick, last month it was pottery. She can’t pick just one.
Camping is easy enough as an adult…until you have kids. When you take your kids camping, there’s so much more that you have to consider.
