I’m a divorced mother with one 9-year-old son, “Simon.” My ex and I share custody equally, and generally get along well. Also conveniently, he lives two blocks down from where I do, so when it comes ...
Greeted with a warm smile, I scanned my seapass and reminded myself that these next few days would be an adventure, a respite, or whatever I chose them to be. There would be no prodding to get grumpy ...