Sometimes Life Gets It Together
You know, sometimes life gets it together, even when you’ve convinced yourself that it has all fallen apart, and you’re condemned to spending the rest of your days muttering ‘What if . . .’ or ‘If only . . .’ as you read your newspaper, the one you picked out of the trash while sitting on a park bench. I was an only child. Mom figured the Earth couldn’t take too many more people, and she was only prepared to try once, before getting a tubal and deciding mothering wasn’t what she was all about,...