Waging A War For The Sake of Our Babies

Waging A War For The Sake of Our Babies

Last night, I had a conversation with one of my babies (he’s nine but whatever. He’s still my baby. He’ll still be my baby when he’s 40). It was disheartening, friends. This particular child of mine is happy-go-lucky. He’s hilarious...

On Domesticus Out-of-Syncness…

The laundry has been waving at me from their clean yet unfolded baskets for two weeks now. When clothes are needed, we pull them out of their basket-dressers, wrinkled and shrunken small, and hope to put together a somewhat coordinated outfit. It’s been five...

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