Wednesday, November 2, 2011


When I am writing and my son comes over and asks, "What are you doing Mommy?" I say, "I am writing a story."

And, incredulous, he asks,"You have a story?" as if he is saying, "Mommy is good only for pouring my milk, and occasionally for helping me get going on my bike."

As if it's a lie.

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