It’s Called Knock Knock

There I am standing in front of my apartment building waiting for my transport to take me to work. This woman, from the same building, also waits for her transport. We share a smile on certain days, and if either of our rides is late, we exchange ‘Hellos.’ Today, she comes over and asks me […]

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Desperate Public Parenting

The other day, Mylo parks the car, nods, and stretches his seat to catch a wink in what would be a half-wink chore for me – withdrawing money from the ATM. There was just one guy waiting and I with none of life’s pressures on me, strolled to join him. Just then, a scooter stops […]

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