Broken Glass — A Muddy Life

“You Would Never Talk to an Adult the Way You Speak to Me” Last night as I was making dinner, I heard a loud crash—broken glass—and a familiar wave of anger rushed over me. Something lost, another thing to sweep up and throw away. I stormed into the dining room. My son had tried […]

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