May 19, 2007
Slipping in the back of the room, unseen, I watched. There was a heated discussion holding everyone in the room captive. No one had held on to themselves. Survival had taken over. Flames of rage consumed whatever breathing room there might have been to begin. It was no longer about the details of the new playground the mommies had sacrificed and scrimped to allocate every possible dime to the fund for. The topic now was legal implications. The fire was lit. Familiar satisfaction spread through me, a fly on the wall, witnessing this room alight with the passion of motherhood.