I Was Just Thinking My kids don’t want to come and play. They wave to tell me “go away”. They hunch intent, unspeaking lumps, eyes on...

Fireworks crack outside our window. “Aren’t they done yet? Don’t they realize people have kids in these homes?” Another loud boom....

As a child, no foul word would I utter. My language steered clear of the gutter. Then I gave birth, And heaven on earth! The words I now...