In an open letter to her son,

“Sweetie, I figured out what you remind me of when you’re dancing. A chicken. You tuck your hands in, and then begin to flap. Then you start this pecking motion with your head. Now what you’re doing with the rest of your body, I don’t have that part figured out  yet….”

In an open letter to her son,

“I swear you’re going to thank me one day for this. I make sure that you do things around the house because I don’t want to be responsible for turning a young man who is unable to take care of his basic needs loose in the world. When I give you things to do, they […]