My son ate a toxic berry—parenting, worry, and the weight of getting it right. Loneliness, the pains we can’t prevent, and small moments that reshape how we see care, responsibility, and resilience.
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A Critique of Brevity, from the Hospital
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My son ate a toxic berry—parenting, worry, and the weight of getting it right. Loneliness, the pains we can’t prevent, and small moments that reshape how we see care, responsibility, and resilience.