Vagina Monologues & Naked Downward Dog
It was one of those average weekday nights. We’d just finished dinner. The dishes needed to be washed and lunches packed for the next day. I glanced at the relentless clock and knew it’s was time to get my youngest daughter (Chickenhawk) and oldest girl (Ms. Prissy) ready for bed.
“Girls, it’s time for your shower!” I yelled as I ran into the bathroom and turned on the water.
“Get in first,” I shouted to my oldest. “AND USE SOAP!” Read more