“I know I miss much, because I feel it: There is a purity to their everyday world that makes my heart ache. When I walk into their schools, I feel as if I’m walking into a church; the halls are filled with noble souls who are trying to save the world. I am not of that world in the way that nonworking mothers are – I’m more a frequent visitor – and I suspect that my quilt and sadness about that are part of what makes me cranky at home.”

–Kristin van Ogtrop, excerpt from  the essay “Attila the Honey I’m Home”