50-something-mother Stories

On an unassuming Saturday afternoon, the quiet hum of the refrigerator and the clinking of silverware against plates filled the kitchen of the suburban home. The scent of a hastily prepared lunch—spaghetti and meat sauce with a side of garlic bread—lingered in the air. The sunlight filtered through the dusty blinds, casting a lazy pattern of shadows across the floor. Michaela, dressed in her blue and green button dress wi...