“Mom, you’re different.” Kayla sat on the edge of her bed carefully arranging her stuffed animals as she prepared to snuggle into her blankets for the night. Standing at the foot of her bed, I pushed an errant corner of her patchwork quilt back under her mattress and turned to meet her gaze. Smiling at […]

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