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On the Eve of Mother’s Day

On the Eve of Mother’s Day

So tomorrow is Mother’s Day. There’s a small part of me that wants to spend the day doing things that I don’t get to do much anymore: sleeping in, showering uninterrupted, going out for an adult dinner, napping, killing time with a few magazines. But...
These are the Hands.

These are the Hands.

  These are the hands…. These are the hands that are home with a sick toddler. We have played with temporary tattoos, she has painted my nails. I have nervously bitten my cuticles to destruction as we waited in the urgent care with a fever of 104 and a...