It’s a Sticky Life

  Imagine a situation that’s very sticky and write about it. My head pounds to the beat of my three-year-old girl’s tapping foot on the kitchen linoleum. I rub my hand down my makeup free face. Coffee and a shower. That’s all I need to make it through this day. “Cheerios and milk,” Lizzy says in a voice that makes want to call her captain. “It’s coming, Miss,” I say. I remind myself to breathe in and out while switching[Read more]