So I spent a good 3-4 hours pouring my heart into this piece (which is the kind of thing you get when I try to write after that evening sun goes down). I put the finishing touches on it, formatted it, and rewarded myself by going on Facebook. Where every mother I know was passing around this great and funny and honest piece from one Glennon Melton, which has very. VERY. similar themes to the post I just wrote, even down to the moral of the story. Except that her essay has a happy ending, and mine is all, “Hey, moms, let’s talk about our kids, and DEATH.”
Le sigh. You’ll just have to take my word for it that I didn’t read or even hear about her piece before I wrote mine. I’m super tired, a little writer’s blocky, and yeah, pretty gloomy, but I am NOT a porn star. I mean a plagiarist. Whatever.