Being Normal

Just inside the door, five¬†young children carefully took in our faces as we entered the co-workers’ house for a barbecue. From a stroller parked inside the living room, just out of the way in the foyer/hallway, an almost-one-year-old boy peered out at Evelyn. Nearly¬†the same age as him, her prematurity still shows in her smallerContinue reading “Being Normal”