Moms Anonymous: From Hip Journalist to Totally Invisible
You Can’t Go Back
I’m at a reporter hangout waiting for a friend. It feels like years since I’ve been in a place like this. I’m so happy. If I weren’t here, I’d be home cooking or cleaning or sitting cross-legged on a floor stacking rainbow rings.
The bar is dark and candlelit. Around me sit slightly scruffy, intense journalist…