It was 4pm on a Sunday and the last place I wanted to be was in a gym, filled with people. I mentally prepared to endure yet another end of the year event, unaware that a bounce house and my cotton candied four year old were about to permanently alter my world view.
The New Wonder Woman
I arrived at motherhood, looked around, and suddenly felt incredibly inept. All these other Wonder Woman moms were seemingly doing it all. What the heck was wrong with me? But I discovered it was an illusion created by painted on smiles, Instagram and great acting.
The Whoreland Homophone
I backed quickly down the driveway, ready to begin the school drop off rotation. From the middle seat, my nine year said , “Mom, I really want to get some more Whoreland books.” Screech of brakes. Back packs flinging forward. My neck almost snapped off as I whipped around to look at her. “Excuse me?!” […]