Schoolyard

Moms with their dogs, preschoolers with their treasures, Babies sleeping, Grandmas patiently waiting… No conversation. Competition everywhere: Muted, loud, ongoing… I forfeit the race. No real interest: Apples and oranges. Wise people don’t bother; It’s all behind them, probably thankful their daughters don’t have to enlist. This is good. This is fine. Everything will be fine. Continue reading Schoolyard