My Sister Dropped Her Kids On My Doorstep For The Tenth Weekend In A Row

I was jealous. I was cold. I had no idea how hard single motherhood was. I made everything about me. I always had.

That last one almost impressed me with its size.

Then Aunt Denise, who had apparently let herself in through the back door because she’s a menace and a gift, walked straight into the kitchen carrying a plastic container of banana pudding.continue reading …