The Motherhood Gets Stuck In My Throat
“Mama, is dinner ready?” My little boy comes careening into the room with his socks as skates and his lunch box a rutter. “Almost, lovey,” I say loudly over the Diego theme song. Diego is my son’s version of Sesame Street, and the theme song rings in my ears hours after its on, every night. […]Read more "The Motherhood Gets Stuck In My Throat"