I’d just opened my laptop when my niece Sidney floated in and flopped down on the couch. When we have visitors, part of my office turns into a guest room…which means I get displaced from my writing space. After a week of working on my bedroom floor, hunched over my laptop with an aching back and a bad attitude, I was praying for a chance to write in an upright position. I gave her the side-eye when she came in, but said nothing. Instead, I put my hands on the keyboard and hoped she would hear their silent plea: please, please, please don’t start talking to me.
She starts talking to me.
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Michelle Boyd. Writer, Scholar, Coach