“Dew Wheat” by Denise Hume
“I dew wheat.” I never knew the power of words until my two year old asked to “do it.” Those two little words sent dread flying through my body.
Category: Terrible Twosdays
Are you a parent going through the Terrible Twos? Did you live through them and survive? Terrible Twosdays is a place to commiserate over the unending shenanigans of your Darling Children (as the online parenting communities say). Nonfiction stories will be considered, so long as names have been changed to protect the guilty. Inspired by our best-selling gift book for parents, Go the Fuck to Sleep, Terrible Twosdays joins the roster of our other online short fiction series. Unlike Mondays Are Murder and Thursdaze, we’re looking for stories with a light and mischievous feel, all about the day-to-day challenges of parenting. As with our other flash fiction series, stories must not exceed 750 words.
“Toddler Distance” by Carolyn Lochhead
Time is relative, so Einstein told us. I am sure he was right—I’m not really qualified to contradict one of the world’s greatest scientists—but motherhood has taught me that distance is relative, too.
“May Even Your Faux Pockets Be Empty of Fucks” by Jenna B. Morgan
At just the tender age of three you joined a century-long conversation about the shortcomings of women’s fashion.
“Brown Crayon” by Tamar Jacobs
Last week was the third consecutive book of the week with which school sent my son home to practice reading and the family it’s about is black.
“Barbecue” by Carol Wakefield
I liked cooking meat over coals outside on the patio barbeque for the taste and the smoky flavor and of course less kitchen mess.
“The Shit Machine” (or “ShitMo”) by Nkosi Ife Bandele
None of the men in my wife’s family ever changed a diaper. Not one. Not ever.
“Gifted and Talented” by Eileen Vorbach Collins
Little scientists my ass! Left alone for a few minutes and they managed to do this.
“A Day at the Zoo” by Jennifer Furner
I unload Amelia from her car seat, gather her snack and water cups, and zip them away in the diaper bag. I place her sunglasses on her face and ask, “Who’s ready for a fun day at the zoo?”