This week I opened one of my favorite blogs and read that the writer had lost her husband. He flatlined at the gym during his morning workout. Just like that. I’ve been trying to write about something—anything—else all week. But my thoughts keep coming around to him, to her, to their two little boys. I’ve…

It’s 5:30 p.m. and I’m in my pajamas making stir-fry out of the decaying contents of my fridge while a miserably tired toddler clings to my leg and whines. I’ve suffered from inexplicable muscle cramping all day. I’m late with at least three freelance assignments. My husband is already an hour late and I’ve been…