Editor’s Pick. Written by Ariadne Brill.
I was at the store recently, doing groceries at the end of a long day. Our dog had died the day before and the kids had come down with a cold. I was feeling sad, grief struck, tired and really all I wanted to do was buy some food, get home and let the kids get back to feeling whatever they needed to be feeling about loosing our beloved family dog. Anyways, at the cashier, as I searched for my wallet which had disappeared under a pile of little horses, playmobil dudes, tear filled tissues and snacks, a voice thundered into my ear “Control your child WOMAN!”