I don’t know what it is about the husband’s out-of-towness that triggers traumatic events in my life, but it’s there. This invisible forcefield of ridiculosity, waiting to pounce. I’m a magnet. Sometimes it feels like one giant test by the out-of-town-juju gods to see what kind of a mother I am. Aspire to be. Or…
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