Parenting for an Audience of One

The mother swipes a bedraggled strand of hair behind her ear as she bends closer to her son. He's having a meltdown again. She clears her throat. Tries to ignore the other parents' glares cutting sideways at her. As she begins to speak softly to her child, a neighbor scoffs and…

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The Snow Angel, Part Thirteen

Winter's breath needled through Amber's worn soles to bite at her toes. She trudged the walkway, burdens slipping and swinging at her sides. She clamped a stack of mail in her hand, while her arms fought to balance purse, diaper bag, and twenty pounds of wriggling flesh. Angela stretched her demand…

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