Adulting

On Mother’s Day, and the Dark Night of the Soul: An Atypical Tribute

On Mother’s Day, and the Dark Night of the Soul: An Atypical Tribute

Admittedly, my mind turns to the humorous more often than the poetic—likely because humor is in greater demand when one’s two-year-old smears fecal matter all over the floor as one is rushing to leave for a wedding… or when one’s three year old asks a non-pregnant woman in line at Kroger if she “has a baby in her belly”… and