Curtain Call

When ζach asked me what I wanted to do on my birthday, three things came to mind, but I only told him two: go geocaching together, and have a cake with leftovers that could go to the office the next day (instead of sitting on the counter calling my name for the next week). I didn’t say “take a […]

Meena’s Mom

Once upon a time, in the years BC (before children), the idea self-identifying as “someone’s Mom” was not just foreign, but distasteful. To identify oneself as nothing but the appendage of another, to be nothing but “Meena’s mom”, represented an abdication of self. I couldn’t understand why other women would do such a thing.