The two sick kids and sick husband (3 sick kids) are all put to bed. The rain is slowly dripping outside the window and the dim kitchen light is affording me just enough luminescence to put away the dishware from the six or so feeding frenzies that happened throughout the day. I could do the smart thing and go to bed. But the deafening silence is so delicious. I could stay up stupidly late to let the silence wash over me in waves as I enjoy doing tasks without whining from any and all family members. I could be smart… But we all know what I’m going to do here. There’s always coffee.
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.
