Kristina Dubs

She stills. “Oh, you have MS?” “Yeah,” I shrug, realizing I just dropped a doozie on a stranger. I keep rinsing. “Man, I’m sorry… my mother-in-law is currently passing from her MS…” And just as quick as the words fall out of her mouth, I see her wince, as if she would have rather stuffed her sandy flip flop in her mouth if she had the chance to rewind her comment a few nano seconds earlier.

It’s 7:30 PM going on midnight. I'm rushing to get 3 girls ready for bed. While I’m trying to get jammies and diapers and room picked up,...