“My compliant, precious, perfect little girl. The one who listens to every single word I say at home. My rule follower. Yes, ma’am and no sir. You better believe I emailed that teacher.”
“My compliant, precious, perfect little girl. The one who listens to every single word I say at home. My rule follower. Yes, ma’am and no sir. You better believe I emailed that teacher.”
“She’s not old enough for a phone yet. So this is the only way I can say goodbye. It’s been over a week since the most recent school shooting, so the news cycle has moved on. But I’m a mom in America, so I cannot.”
“My fingers trembled as I typed it out. ‘I can’t believe what I just said.’ But, sometimes, we need to take a stand for what we deserve.”
“My teacher asked, ‘What happened in the story?’ I couldn’t remember anything. I felt anxious, defeated, and upset. I just wanted to give up.”
“I constantly found myself afraid to eat. I sat between the sliding doors, wiping sweat off my forehead as I shakily finished the bottle of Coke. Nobody checked to make sure I was okay.”
“It never seems to work though, just sitting there, wishing for magic. Until yesterday, when it did.”
“Twenty years later, I never would have thought we’d be laughing about using my family’s antique couch in the wedding photos for my ex-husband’s second marriage, but here we are.”
“I was eating lunch in the bathroom, skipping school, and failing my classes. But I realized, no matter what they said or did, none of it mattered.”
“It is for sale. And you own the copyright.”
“I think these are the growing pains of motherhood that we don’t talk about — the words that exist beneath the surface of ‘How’s the baby?’ and ‘Are you sleeping?'”