Sep 19, 2021
4 min read
I Was the Perfect Mother
Until I wasn’t, my fall from grace
“I’ve gotta go,” I say.
“Where?” My sister asks.
“It’s time for carpool and I need to be the first in line.”
Like most mothers, I am trying to over-correct the mistakes of the past.
Our own mom had been notoriously late. I was the last child picked up at school…
