To The Mother Crying In Her Car
I spend an exorbitant amount of time in my car. I work outside the home and commute about 20 minutes…
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I spend an exorbitant amount of time in my car. I work outside the home and commute about 20 minutes…
Continue ReadingI was a tough kid, matured pretty early. I figured out the truth about Santa on my own at an…
Continue ReadingThis has all been a lot. Even though most days I can feel the blessing of extra time with the…
Continue ReadingI did something new today: I scheduled a cry. I felt it welling up inside me for most of the…
Continue ReadingI’m at the car pick-up line at my daughter’s elementary school. Except now it's the pick-up line where my daughter’s…
Continue ReadingIt’s a scenario that is entirely universal and yet wholly isolating—a mother, shielding herself from the chaos of her home,…
Continue ReadingWhile running errands the other day, I witnessed a boy, maybe seven or eight, absolutely bawling his eyes out. I…
Continue ReadingYou can't see it in this photo, but this is the face of a mom with a whole lot of…
Continue ReadingTears are falling into my coffee cup. I feel like I’m drowning. Drowning in deep waters. Deep waters that I…
Continue ReadingI cry easily. Not because I’m a sad person generally, but because I just get emotional, and the first thing…
Continue ReadingHello willing passenger, welcome to my car. My trusty Subaru Outback. Her name is Tawanda. She’s got heated seats, all-wheel…
Continue ReadingI'm a crier, I admit it. I'm tough, physically, but don't approach my heart with anything sad or accusatory. I…
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