Not All Good Moms Drive Minivans
My life-altering glance into the rearview mirror
I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror.
I started screaming, “How the hell did this happen?”
I looked around one kid in a booster and one in a carseat. I was driving a freakin’ silver minivan – soothing music on the radio, frumpy clothes, and OMG! I was wearing Birkenstocks.