The Cost of Not Asking
It was an unremarkable Saturday, one wedged into a weekend that looked like any other I sacrificed to the road, ferrying a five and ten year old to this playdate, that birthday party, a class or two. Call it Mom Life and I could do it with my eyes closed. And I did, only this day felt desperate, like I was a wild animal fe…
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