This is the first full week of school. My house is silent, eerily so. Perhaps I should be joyful at this change, this rite of passage, with my six year old now a big girl, a full fledged first grader. I'm not sure yet. Once again, my youngest child changed my status. I have been a full-time domestic engineer since May 2003 when I was one of several who were let go in that summer bloodbath, back in the early days of this economic downturn, recession, depression, or whatever it has been for all these years. I was also two months pregnant with my not-wanting-to-be-forty-and-pregnant surprise gift from God. The last month of school was surprising and cool. I got to see what all the other full-time mommies did. I met the bus for my then nine year old son and hosted many after school soirees between him and his buddies. That first summer was even cooler with the lazy days and Missouri heat resting on us like a wet blanket. There were many, many da...
life, really, and a latte by TayƩ Foster Bradshaw