Who am I? How do I define myself, now that I’m a mom? I’m sure I must be more than the sum of the roles I play… right? Whether you’ve…
I reach to pull the marble-sized tomatoes from the vine. For each one I grasp, a dozen juicy red rounds drop to the earth. Our heirloom tomatoes did not fare as well…
I’m running late, gather up my bag, yell to the kids to get into the van. My yell turns to, “Keys! Kids, have you seen Mommy’s keys?” Panicked, I rush…
My 3-year-old son was trying out his words. His big words, in a soliloquy about string cheese. “Cheese, cheese… why do you presume yourself to be breaked?” Knowing that he…
“Just stop it!” shouts my eldest. She sounds like she is at her wits’ end with her siblings. She sounds like me. She looks like me. She’s a mirror calling…
The Mundane Wrestle 