Mother and Other

It’s 2:58 in the morning and I can’t believe I’m still awake. My mind wanders to the woman I met in the grocery store today. Her skinny body and olive…

A thirty-five year old mother at my son’s preschool didn’t wake up on Sunday morning. There was no warning. No goodbye. Leslie died in her sleep, leaving behind a shocked…

So who are we anyway? Mothers, definitely. But we’re still people, too, aren’t we? Sometimes it’s hard to tell. When I’m foraging in the depths of my kitchen cupboards for…