It's been a while. But that's not interesting. Why might be. Or a well-timed "WTF." But a while isn't good enough. It's been more than a while, it's been...vacant.
The last story I told was Aug 11, 2023, two weeks before we welcomed our son (yes, Mom of two now, and yes, also adopted). I guess this is my return to the world after a period of intense ironic-hibernation in which I rarely leave the house but also, rarely sleep. But I thought of you, often, daily, and I knew one day, I'd write again. Will you still want me? I’ve asked myself that question many times.
Writing about motherhood, writing in general, is one of those adult past-times that, after kids, gets lumped in with "that-which-must-not-be-named" – a phrase, once mentioned, summons content children playing quietly with old halloween costumes and sleeping infants who can withstand blenders and vacuums (but not the utterance of that hyphenated profanity) – "free-time."
So it falls away, as Dr. Seuss might say,