what if i don't want to be a mother?

on motherhood & societal expectations

i step on goldfish crackers on my walk today. i live in the suburbs. everyday, it is a charade of children with backpacks and mothers with strollers. range rovers driving under the speed limit, the dribble of a basketball on a paved driveway. we are walking the dogs at sunset. the sky is enveloped in deep purples and blues and if i look at it long enoug…