Sunday Best: One More for the Road

Sometimes finding the thread means finding the exit.

For weeks, I’ve been falling, like Alice, down a well. Today, I hit the bottom.

I’ve been carrying broken pieces of myself around in a bag since March. But when you’re solo-parenting an eight-month old and doing a job that deals body blows with every calendar invite, there really isn’t space to spill the bag out on the table and see what’s left. So when my parents took Sloane for one last grandparents’ weekend, I finally had time for the nervous breakdown that I so richly deserved.