Rewriting the Story of “Too Much”

I heard him wailing, as he ran down the street toward home. Him, looking for comfort and someone to notice his small-but-big pain; me, rolling my eyes a little with a sigh in my breath. Still, I ready my arms to wrap around his three-year-old body, and, as the door bursts open, all the cries…

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Recovering the Carefree Kid

If I hold back, I’m no good. I’m no good. I’d rather be good sometimes, than holding back all the time. –Janis Joplin I spend my Saturday afternoons sitting on metal bleachers in a sweaty warehouse, watching my daughters practice gymnastics.

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