Poetry

In 2005 my second son was born. At that point, I had a three-year-old with Asperger Syndrome and a newborn with hemifacial microsomia, and I was the sole breadwinner for the family. Stay-at-home moms called me one of them. Working moms gave me credit for continuing to write my newspaper column each week. And this is the time in my life I learned that there is not a big difference between working mom and stay-at-home mom. Both are sloppy labels for totally impossible jobs.

I could see I was losing my identity and not finding a suitable new one. I wrote poems during naps to stay grounded.

March 2006