Mothers and Wives

by Sarah Kovatch

I’m sitting at my desk with a stack of bills and wearing my serious, bill-paying-face, when my phone chimes with a text from Elisa, one of my oldest, dearest friends who knows me like a sister (even our looks are sisterly). Elisa and I were side-by-side through middle school, high school, and college, but we have lived our grown-up lives in different parts of the country. She’s a doctor now and recently closed on a new house.

I look away from my online banking, happy to be distracted, and click on her text. It reads: The moving crew. HOT. 

The way she writes it gets me and I giggle out loud. I text back three dancing-lady emojis and crack up more.

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Little Sister

By Sarah Kovatch

On the last day of kindergarten, Anna brings home 2 paper bags brimming with her completed work.

“Look at all my work!” she cries, at the school gate. But we are rushing off to Angus’s allergy shots. “Later, Banana,” I say, using her family nickname. “This weekend.”

The weekend arrives and we are on our way out the door to a birthday party. Purse in hand, I stand above Anna, “Get your shoes on.”

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Drive-by Meditation

by Sarah Kovatch

One Friday last month, I drove home tense and annoyed from spending a day in limbo at our Honda dealership. I pulled into the garage with our minivan problem still unsolved and knew I only had an hour before picking up Angus and Anna from school, and I stamped the day UNPRODUCTIVE.

Sometimes I panic on Friday afternoons right before pickup.

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Diary of a Career Change: Greeting Discomfort

by Sarah Kovatch

I rush Angus and Anna off to school and rush home, right upstairs to my desk. I sit there, breathless, thinking, I have to start writing this paper today!

It is the first paper due for the evening psychology class I took this spring and I’m scared. I sit in front of my laptop unshowered. In the kitchen, the breakfast dishes bury last night’s dinner dishes.

It’s everything I’ve feared about going back to school.

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