Tia Haynes

Digging Deep

Most mornings I fumble around for what to do. Without a schedule or a paycheck, the motivation to accomplish is either crushing (to prove my worth), or absent (what worth do I have anyway?). A career might be nice. At least it would be a tangible representation of achievement. I mean, for how long do I want it to read “homemaker” on my taxes?

half-eaten sandwich
my children snatch
the rest away