I never wanted children. Even now, I struggle to understand fully how or when this sentiment lodged itself so deeply within me. I could return to my childhood and turn over the pieces like paving stones, searching through cool dirt for the writhing, wriggling beginnings of this deception, but it would be a fruitless endeavor.…
The Immovable Object: An Easter Poem
This, the paradox: What happens when An irresistible force Meets an immovable object?