When I was 7 Mom bought a storybook record. It played on an old 45 player. Three recordings were my favorites: Thumbelina, Hansel and Gretel, and Cinderella. I still remember the songs, “Thumbelina, Thumbelina! Yes that’s me. Thumbelina Thumbelina! Full of glee. So pretty and so clever. Stay with us forever.”

Some days being a mom, wife, daughter, auntie, friend and writer and everything else, it’s tiring. That’s when I remember the Cinderella song, “Wash the dishes. Scrub the floor. See whose knocking at the door. Where’s my dress? Brush my hair. Gee … I can’t be everywhere! Cinderella! Cinderella! I’m coming …”