A Single Parent Morning
It was one of those days that being a single parent hurts.
It was 7:20: Stephanie had an exam at 8. I was about to take Michelle to school. The older headed out the door in a rush to meet a friend for some final cramming.
7:21 AM: “Dad, my car won’t start! HELP!”
Indeed, we had a dead battery. I was buttoning my white, starched, dress shirt but my flannels and bedroom shoes were still on my bottom half. I grabbed my keys knowing I’d be late to work.