Hold Still: A Disjointed Account of Four Moms on a Saturday Afternoon


There were four of us at the table, and six of our little people among the masses of children jumping and screaming on the indoor trampolines. We sat on the hard metal stools drinking cappuccinos, our mile-a-minute conversations flowing; the music blaring over the loud speakers mixed with the  high-pitched screams of fright and pleasureContinue reading “Hold Still: A Disjointed Account of Four Moms on a Saturday Afternoon”