Category: Motherhood

It was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes your spine whisper, “Something’s coming.” I should’ve known then. Should’ve clutched my coffee tighter. Hidden the markers. Braced for impact. But I didn’t. Because I was on the couch. Jack, my eldest—the smooth-talking negotiator with Target in his eyes—was curled up beside me, buttering me…

…featured a co-star performance by James, who decided the cart was clearly for peasants and he would be traveling freestyle. Picture a tiny human comet, orbiting me like a caffeinated satellite, narrowly avoiding retiree shin bones and industrial-sized condiment displays. With every pass, I muttered “Stay close,” like some defeated woodland spirit who haunts the…