She came so far, so fast, and neither of us saw it. She saw the things that weren't good enough and I saw the way she caved in on herself every single time she missed the mark. I held my... Read more →

Elizabeth was six the year Lucia turned sixteen, and Florida was a furnace in August. Lucia asked only for the Magic Kingdom and given the year she'd had, we sucked it up. She chose the book bonking best friend as... Read more →

I dislike the term 'working mother'; it's demeaning. There is no such thing as a 'working' father. A man works because that's what men do. If he happens to be a father, there is no implied hyphenation. There is no... Read more →