Long Days, Short Years

Buried under toddlers, I close Are You My Mother for the third time that night. I make a halfhearted attempt to slide them off my lap. It’s been a long day and I don’t think I can utter another word. “Read ‘gain, mama?” Blue eyes blink up at me behind delicate lashes as I creak … Continue reading Long Days, Short Years



I snuck out of bed this morning a little past five. The babies rolled slightly into the space I occupied between them, still fast asleep. I tiptoed quietly over creaky wood floors, trying not to wake the six year old sleeping soundly at the foot of the bed. The life of a parent. The house … Continue reading Pretending