Time For Play

  My husband sits on the floor playing the stupid game I bought for his 30th birthday. I smack him over the head. He doesn’t move. I’m leaving,” I say. “Yeah.” “How do I look?” I bite my lip. My hair is curled and the bags under my eyes concealed. For once I feel sexy. “Good.” His eyes stay focused on the screen. Of course. I don’t have time for this. “Dinner’s in the oven. Leave the Xbox alone and[Read more]

It’s a Sticky Life

  Imagine a situation that’s very sticky and write about it. My head pounds to the beat of my three-year-old girl’s tapping foot on the kitchen linoleum. I rub my hand down my makeup free face. Coffee and a shower. That’s all I need to make it through this day. “Cheerios and milk,” Lizzy says in a voice that makes want to call her captain. “It’s coming, Miss,” I say. I remind myself to breathe in and out while switching[Read more]

New Mom

She wakes up to the sound of his cries and dread falls over her like the morning sun shining through the window. Another day of feeding, changing, rocking and bouncing. Another day feeling uncertain and exhausted. Life as a new mother is not what she expected. She imagined being more sure of herself, more confident. Instead she feels lost. As she enters the nursery, she bids him good morning in her sweet sing-song voice, and scoops him up into her[Read more]