To my daughter’s pink doll stroller with the polkadot seat
You arrived at our house, like so many things, via Amazon. Someone (likely me) clicked “Buy” with the best intentions. …
You arrived at our house, like so many things, via Amazon. Someone (likely me) clicked “Buy” with the best intentions. …
L is daughter, age 4.75. She is holding tiny unicorn rubber figure. E is son, age 6.5. He is holding …
This morning I didn’t spend several minutes watching you prance around in your underwear. Me pretending not to lose my …
Sometimes you look back over your morning and you realize things went wrong. Somewhere, somehow they went wrong, but you …
This is a box. This is a box on which I spent $14.99 on to hold the hundreds of dollars …
He screamed. He was tired. He wasn’t feeling well. I cajoled. Tried distraction. Wasn’t feeling much better. Impatience and irritation …
I hadn’t yet set foot in Zabar’s* as of 4 pm today, the first day of Passover, and yet there …
I lie on the examining table and stare up at the small, black screen on the wall. In the upper …
“Can I get you anything to drink?” My husband asks, headed to the kitchen. I glance over to my blue …
Quick. Which sounds longer—10 weeks, 70 days or 2½ months? 70 days sounds longest to me right now, so I’ll …