I Don’t Think We Otter
I am a hair’s breadth from being a total pushover. And the girls know it. A shot of exhaustion from the weekend’s activities, with a jigger of maternal guilt from spending most of the day writing yesterday, topped off with a splash of insecurity about the belief that my children are having a happy, albeit not exactly conventional childhood was just the cocktail Gigi and Lulu needed to serve up to have me saying, “Oh…alright!”... Read More
