Mother’s Day morning at church. A carnation for me, my mother-in-law, all the mothers who come. Home for lunch. And then I drive away. I’m really sad.
Category: Lawyerin’
Between
We were down to nursing just once a day, in the morning. He would wake at 4, 5, 6, always early, and I would pull him into Jack’s bed and lay between them and I would nurse him back to sleeping, convince him that we needn’t start our day just yet. I was sometimes hours…
Trajectory
Do you ever feel like you’ve been gently, insistently redirected? Herded. Shepherded. There is a distinction, but in either case, direction from an outside source is implicit. A sheep-i-ness is implied. I have let the slings and arrows of daily existence make me go baaa. I sometimes feel my youth slipping away from me, which…