What the fuck was I thinking: the last-gasp proclamation of one regretful mother of a child in Ms. Hansen’s 3rd grade class
These words come to you from the disheveled, glue-stick-smeared floor of my Seattle condominium, and from the mind of one now questioning the world, as a whole, and my place within it. And more specifically: What is the value of Valentine’s Day cards exchanged among those not yet a part of the soc