None of This Would Have Happened If Prince Were Alive

by Carolyn Prusa

“Can you guys, just, try?” I say. “We’re going to be in the car for a while.” “I don’t have to go,” Alex says. “What’s the worst thing that could happen if you try?” “I could waste my time trying to pee instead of reading.”

I am reminded of a deodorant commercial from the eighties that told women to never let them see you sweat.

Samoa, Tagalong, and Trefoil. Again, not naming kids after Girl Scout cookies.

If anyone asked me what I wanted for Mother’s Day, my greatest wish would be to sleep and be alone and read a book or watch a movie Des would never pick. That would be the best day ever. But I was too new at the Mom game to actually say that.