Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
I ran into Annie today at the grocery store. Annie’s son is in the second grade with my daughter, so I know Annie superficially. I greeted her over our shopping carts. Both carts — mine with a manifest desire to go left and avoid Annie altogether — were loaded with milk, lunch meats, sliced bread… Continue reading A Mother’s Secret
We don’t like mothers very much in this country. Yes, this Sunday is Mother’s Day, but how do you feel about that? Obligated to make a phone call, a Zoom meeting? Did you slap your head, remembering that you need to get a card and mail it today if it’s to get there in time?… Continue reading Mother’s Day
By My Solitary Hearth 