That time I actually did something to my hair on a weekday (so I didn’t feel like such a mommasaurus-wreck) and my two-year-old leaned on my back and breathed in my hair with such approving satisfaction. Then pulls away and a string of snot sticks to the back of my hair. Just in case I forgot who I really was. Well played, tiny human… Well played.
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
