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It took a long bath and a lot of soothing before my son was clean, calm, and coherent enough to explain

I turned myself into a pretzel trying to do what was “right”

In the vintage ring I found, I seek an echo of my life   When I first saw the ring at the vintage sale, it was buried in a pile of gold trinkets. The garnet stone was so hidden, no light could catch it. “What do you think about this one?” I asked my sister.

New husband. New baby. So why did she want to run home?

Her diagnosis was a blow. And 18 years later, she’s still a child   I stand at the doorway watching Chaviva. She’s off to the side, singing to her own beat. She then gravitates toward the windows, where she can see the room’s bright colors, and the tables and chairs, reflected in the window pane.

She’d hidden her secular past, but it was emerging from the shadows