It's My Party and I'll Cry If I Want To
Last night I said, “If anyone spills their milk, I am going to cry.” I was absolutely serious. Only moments before, in the frenzied aftermath of unloading two children, two bikes, two backpacks, a pink reusable grocery sack full of fresh-from-the-Earth produce, my purse, my work notebook and a handful of smashed crackers from the…