Who am I when my kids don't need me?
Just Breathe, They Say
By Tammy Kleinman. We laugh at the futile, everyday struggle.
Not Ripe, But Ripening
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.