The (BRUTAL) Morning Sendoff
Another trampled morning. Another foul undressing of the scars parents carve into a child. What did they do to make her suck unbroken attention onto herself, and how does that wound ooze such caustic jealousy of our other kids? For her, attention-seeking is elemental. It’s reflexive. The whole thing is kind of nauseating. It’s pretty heartbreaking, actually, when I step back from it.