parenting

we don’t go back, unless we have to to places where wounds flesh out we don’t go there. we stay confined within the walls of what is pleasant, or at least bearable. we just do. yesterday, i was forced to go back to the doctor’s office where I fleshed out years of infertility and a miscarriage they have kept the same people around, working the front desk and running the office so it feels as though you have never left. at all. i was two hours early, so I sat in the waiting room and rummaged through my purse...

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