The Sea in the Metro

On the métro I ask her if she can see the sea. She points at me. Not la mère, I laugh. La mer! The sea! I can’t see the sea, or myself as a mother, right now. All I see is sneakers and a skateboard and two shabby suitcases, one blue, one red. A soft, sweet head, curls tied up in pigtails, my face in them … Jayne is a new mother in Paris trying to balance her creative ambition and lust for city life with the instinctual urges of motherhood - and failing. As her relationship with her husband and t