I’m failing. When I looked around my living room last night I hung my head in defeat, I’m failing. Wait. Stop. What? My apartment needs some major TLC. The laundry I put on the chair to fold? My kids through it around the living room. The dishes? Piled in the sink because I can’t unload
Tag: young
You snuggle into my shoulder, your hair smells of fresh shampoo. I lean my head into you as you look up at me. Your nose crinkles, your eyes light up and your sweet smile appears. Tiny baby teeth. You raise your hand up high, a signal that you want something. You look to me and
E. A. McComas 