some thoughts on motherhood, marriage, learning to love my own face in the mirror, wondering about the lady in the tangerine coat in the bean aisle at the market, writing - the usual suspects.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Only So Much
Claire walked in the door yesterday, after a full week of middle school, dropped her backpack on the floor,
and said:
You can only cram so much into your head, Mom.
bingo.
[ This Being Alive will be resting tomorrow. Go gently.]
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