"The question caught me off guard, like the car in your blind spot when you’re changing lanes, the one that lays on the horn and gives you the finger and sends your heart into a series of herky-jerky palpitations that make you wonder if you should dial 911."
They say cleaning your house with young children is like brushing your teeth while eating Oreos. The moment I finish cleaning the living room, I hear a crash in the bedroom that tells me a stack of puzzles has just been emptied on the floor.
"Moms, it’s time to loosen our grips. It’s time to admit that perhaps we’ve boarded the wrong train—a train we thought would take us to better discernment, but has actually led to fear, anxiety, and judging one another."
"I looked away from what I was doing, over the mess of dirty children with fingernails that needed to be clipped digging sharply into my calves, and asked her what she meant... This girl. She's young. And she was so spot-on that I started to cry a little."
