My Mother Showed Up After The Concert

The 911 dispatcher was on speaker. And my mom was worried about appetizers.

Let me back up.

My name is Amanda. I’m 34. I live in Los Angeles with my husband Jason and our newborn. Tuesday afternoon, the kind of boring afternoon where you’re folding onesies and half-watching something on your phone, I started feeling wrong.

Not tired-wrong. Not anxious-wrong.continue reading …