The time I let my heart sliplike a butterfly, escaping the cocoon.Stretching away from you.Silent.Expected by everyone elseexcept for me – that fresh creature – stretching my paper-thin wings.Dancing with danger.The time I used forceto overpower my baby (physically and his will).Not to abusebut to control to contain.And I watched the reactionin his eyesturn to … Continue reading Do Overs