The People You Meet
5 min readMar 27, 2019
Monday morning begins with hating the world. She’s not yet two, but this universal feeling makes its way to the very young on this particular late March Monday. Her rupturing gums, burdened by four new molars are bringing the agony. This 21-month old is screaming and flailing in my arms and I can’t seem to provide a smidgen of consolation this time…so I leave her melodramatically frozen in mid-tantrum on the matted floor, take a few deep breaths and…
