Sunday, June 28, 2015

Scrubbing a Roasting Pan: Chaos and Doubt in Motherhood

It sat beside the kitchen sink for awhile.  I'd like the definition of "awhile" to be a respectable two days or even a not-so-respectable-but-understandable four days.  However, honesty is all I have, Dear Reader.  Therefore I must confess: the roasting pan sat next to the kitchen sink for over two weeks.

Regret

Asking teenagers to write about what they regret will not elicit much depth. It is not, as you might imagine, because they have not lived lo...