Summer can be total bliss. On the other hand, as a working parent who doesn't get to slow down simply because the temp rises, it can feel a little daunting.
Everyone promises you'll love all your children just the same. The truth is, it's hardly possible. But there's no question you'll have enough to go around.
This June - this one - Im telling the story of how my father made a glib holiday into a tormented metaphor, an ugly tale. I am setting this story free.
The work of mothers never ends. The hours are long, the circumstances nearly impossible. We see you out there, mamas. Your efforts do not go unnoticed.
