It’s Long Because I’m Processing, Which is What Mothers Sometimes Do

It was an indifferent Wednesday. A day of continued recovery (we had come home in the wee hours only the day before; my suitcase was still unpacked), a hot day, summer. A day of things for the kids to do elsewhere so that I could do the housework that awaited me, or maybe do some … More It’s Long Because I’m Processing, Which is What Mothers Sometimes Do