Author: Sylvia Dorham

The bickering in the backseat swelled as a balloon with a lungful of air. I turned on the music for a moment, the sudden melody making a surprised pause in the argument and took my own deep breath. “ONCE upon a time,” I began, using the same sing-song intonation I always use for the beginning…

I’m scrambling up the climbing wall behind my four-year-old. It’s Wednesday morning at 9:47 AM.  Two nannies and a clutch of coffee cup cradling moms-with-toddlers are glancing nervously at the middle-aged woman in a skirt giving full battle cry while scaling Mount Etna behind her fearsome warrior.  He reaches the top, gives a piercing ululation…