all these negotiations just so that I can pay some stranger to tell me what a lousy mom I am, the fact that land sakes, my mom didn’t sit around apologizing for her parenting efforts, the fact that she had a book to write, and other books to review and stuff, and students to teach, and papers to mark, papers, paper, broken chicken ladder, the fact that I’ve already devoted, or wasted, much more time on motherhood than Mommy probably ever did, and done a lousy job of it too,
