Notes from a Self-Lover Who has Gotten Sick of Herself

I clatter down the hall at an unholy hour to bring demanding voices milk-filled sippy cups and collapse on the couch while tiny fingers clasp my wedding ring. I fall half asleep with a tiny body next to me, and we wait for the sunrise together. I feel dry...dry and tired.I've settled into a comfortable … Continue reading Notes from a Self-Lover Who has Gotten Sick of Herself