"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
"He looks at it, cocks his little head to the side. And then, obviously, I yelled at it. The spider ran. Leo starts screaming. The louder he screams, the faster the spider pursued him."
"As we mourn our empty nest we wonder where the time went, even though we were part of the evil slave master pointing to the clock... Where do the dreamers fit in?"
"I wasn’t supposed to look like this. Or feel like this. I was supposed to look like I was 24 again. The same girl who you dated for years before we got pregnant. The girl who never cared if we left the lights on. That girl never came back. She took my confidence. She ran with my flat stomach. She took all the good parts of me and now she’s gone."
"This question always make me pause. This well-meaning stranger, often a parent and just looking to swap stories, doesn’t know what they are asking. How could they?"
"I see you running your child to therapy when your friends are running their kids to Little League. I see you slipping out the of conversation when your friends are all chiming in about milestones and test grades."
