Lightning in a Mason Jar

by Catherine Mann

As if a woman’s entire worth, her sum total sense of self, were tied into her ring finger and uterus. A Mrs. or a mom.

“I have all sorts of fears,” I admitted, resting a hand on top of his. “So many that every now and again I decide on the easiest one to face to give myself a break from the weight of it all.” Today, I would dismiss my fear of rejection.