Pattu enters through the garage, her backpack sliding off her shoulder and her right hand clutching a patterned paper bag.
My hands circles her tiny body, my face pressed against her back as she sits and turns the pages of
The alarm went off at 3:00 AM and I stood sipping coffee in the cool back patio of my sister’s
“World’s best mom!” declares the decorated frame on door leading from the garage. Childish scribbles proclaim love. I smile each
Mothering is not just rainbows and unicorns. It is the not so fine moments that do not get vocalized.