Beneath “Fine”

“Fine!  I’m fine.  Everything’s fine.”  I shrugged at my husband.  He held a curious glance at me that weeknight while I shoved another load of laundry into the dryer.  Just then, an angry shriek from the girls’ room pierced the house like the ring in a bull’s nose.  I froze mid-load, back bowed, and braced…

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Running Hot

I was about 10 years old, I think. And I was in the backseat of our car, as it was flying down a country road in the middle of the night. Everything outside my window was pitch black, except for the beam of the headlights illuminating the yellow road reflectors as they whizzed up to…

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