Momming Like A Mother

I am a conductor. I am a resident Tenor. I wave my arms, the music starts, and the rhythm of my life surges into being. I lift my voice,...

I carried my daughter for many excruciating months. I then labored for twenty hours to bring her into the world. I was torn and mutilated...

My husband, like all men, wishes to have his name revered. He desires to be spoken of by his family, friends, and co-workers in a...

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Within the walls of my home, I have noticed oddities and strange occurrences. These strange happenings were at first seen by me, as...

A man somewhere (it was surely a man) built the alarm on my dryer. He listened to it, and he was satisfied. He then presented it to...

There is a chasm, deep and unquenchable, in the bellies of my children. Moment upon moment is spent in feeding its depth. Mountains of...

He sits across the breakfast table from me as though he is innocent. As though he would have me believe he is a lamb. He seems to imagine...

My pleasant life has been invaded. The creatures that interrupt my peace stole in silently. They crawled beneath the skin of my sweet...

There is a pitiful soul who lives downstairs. She is not me, nor I her; she simply resides in that dark, damp, and pungent little hole...

I was ready. I am, after all, a mom. My job description, if you’re not too modern and forward-thinking, is to care for my children. I am...

Rivalry Part 2- The Plague On day one of such an illness outbreak, I revel in my role as Chosen One. The DAD doesn’t let his envy show,...