By Tammy Kleinman. We laugh at the futile, everyday struggle.
By Tammy Kleinman. Picking in the orchard, she chooses the ripest berries—the succulent, dripping fruits that drop effortlessly into her palm. I can see her struggling to resist a taste. This is what she wants, and yet, maybe not yet. Maybe she can wait.
Who am I when my kids don't need me?