I look at the red numbers of the clock. 4:52. I rub my eyes and swing my legs out of the warmth of the covers. I try to find my socks in the dark, but only manage to find yesterday’s discarded bra. The insides of my eyelids are… Read full post »

It’s a Thursday morning and I am running errands with the baby in the back seat. I can still smell the new car scent of the Honda my husband, JS, and I just traded my old, impractical coup in for and I am listening to one of my favorite… Read full post »