A predictable Halloween costume.

The only way to describe motherhood.

“I’m a tired mother for Halloween this year.”

When did I become so predictable?

To think I almost posted a selfie with this as the caption — who was I?

I’ve been writing this piece for a week now. I started it as the sun was rising, 7 days ago. Now, that same sun is making its way behind the naked trees, casting an auburn glow on the crisp corpses of the …