It's Mother's Day, Please Leave Me Alone

My article appeared in the Nashville Scene this week, my plea for freedom.  And sleep. And alcohol.
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Dear Loving Partner,

Don't take me to brunch for Mother's Day. Don't buy me flowers or chocolate. You're allowed to make me breakfast in bed, but then: Kindly disappear. Leave me to linger at the edge of sleep for as long or as briefly as I want.

If you love me, take my child away and leave me in peace. Let me stare out the window and read a book in my Wonder Woman pajamas with the dog on my lap and a big black hair growing out of my top lip. More...