November 29, 2011
Sunday He fights against me with everything that he has. Angry arms are trying to flail, but I hold them firm against me; tiny feet are kicking against my hip. I hold him tight, readjust when he wiggles a space between us and keep walking and bouncing and shushing. He’s tired. It’s an hour and [...]
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November 16, 2011
The voices are raised so that we can hear each other over the sound coming from the TV, the sizzling of hamburger browning and the fan that keeps my smoke alarm from screaming. Chessa is yelling to be heard, the adults in the room are in a heated conversation and Cole is starting to cry [...]
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