Mother’s Day carries with it a sneaky assumption: I should get paid back for all the hard work I do as a mother.
Mother’s Day carries with it a sneaky assumption: I should get paid back for all the hard work I do as a mother.
‘Tis the season to be miserable. I practice thankfulness. I get outside in the sunshine. I eat an extra cookie. I feel bad about that, then I eat an extra salad. I feel empty after that, so I eat an extra turkey leg. Extra, extra, extra. ‘Tis the season to overdo just about everything. What’s …
It gets SO much better. There wasn’t even one tantrum. Not one open-mouthed wailing session. The afternoon breeze blew softly through the line of trees overhead. the grassy berm of land bordering the walkway to the livestock exhibits had a string of Garton Tractors parked for display. Whomever was assigned to stand by and sell …
