The loop that always promised later
There he stood, again. Arms crossed, volcano rumbling under his chest, the “No!” written all over his body. My son. But not just my son—my mirror. He was stuck in a loop. I saw it. Felt it. Knew it. But…
There he stood, again. Arms crossed, volcano rumbling under his chest, the “No!” written all over his body. My son. But not just my son—my mirror. He was stuck in a loop. I saw it. Felt it. Knew it. But…
Dear traveler, There are moments when you don’t realize you’re meeting an old friend — not until you’re halfway through the conversation, and your whole body remembers. That happened to me this week. Her name was never said out loud,…
The Missing Egg This actually happened. There we were, my son and I, ready to bake a chocolate cake. But there was one egg too little. I explained. He resisted. He stepped into his loop: “You need to get the egg.…