Social convention isn’t worth the effort if it robs you of meaning.
A mother, of three at least. I only see the three. All boys, they run around the small area between seats and all talk at once. Their love and respect for her is as clear as their propensity to not listen well, both shown in their attention given to her just as they disregard her […]
I know normal isn’t real, so why does it feel like everyone else has it?
Sometimes I think I’m too late to turn things around.