Dear Random Lady at the YMCA, You eyed my baby from the moment we stepped out of the locker room entering the pool area. You were swimming laps and smiled at my son, mouthing the words "he's so cute." I naively thought this would be the end of our encounter. I was wrong. Shortly after [...]
Category: Mom tribe
The Nomad Mom Without a Tribe
Sister, I am with you. I, too, am a nomad. I suppose I started becoming a nomad before I knew that I was one. I grew up mostly in Pittsburgh, but we moved around several times throughout the city and then to Missouri, and back to Pittsburgh. I hated it. I swore that I would [...]