Kristi Pahr

I have to go shopping tomorrow and I’m dreading it.

I know how it feels to not contribute financially to the household. I know how it feels to be completely dependent on someone else for my financial stability. I know how it feels to know that if something dreadful and unthinkable happened, I’d be completely destitute. And it’s terrifying.

It seems like everyone is an introvert these days.

I feel like if I’d started earlier, had my first kid at 28 instead of 34, maybe I’d be a little less tired right now. Maybe I’d be a more fun mom if my knees didn’t sound like small arms fire every time I tried to run with my son. Maybe I’d be a better mom if I was younger. But I don’t think so. My kids? They’re awesome. And I’m the mom they have, so I must be doing something right, old or not.

2016 sucked. If we can’t agree on anything else, I think we can all agree on at least that much.

Soundgarden was part of something bigger, something that changed everything.

“Is she Black or white?” I asked another mom who was describing a little girl in her son’s class that she thought my family might know.