It’s a well-recorded and bemoaned fact that mothers don’t get sick days. In this profession, if I were to check out for a day to nurse a sub-par body, 1) chaos would ensue and, 2) number 1 wouldn’t even have a chance to happen because the small humans for whom I work would not let […]
A Letter To My Daughter
Dear Esme, Something’s changed. I used to dread seeing your face inches away from mine in the pre-dawn light. “Mommy. Mommy. Is is morning yet?” You’d whisper, so I was unlikely to bolt out of bed from a shock, but the whisper was full-bodied enough so you were sure I’d wake up. Now, while the […]