“Pocket Dogs” by Juliet Johnson
The kids and I dash across town to library story time . . .
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“On Being One” by Susan I. Weinstein
He looks at me with woebegone betrayal in his large baby eyes. My tyrannical one-year-old son is teething, recovering from roseola. How could you leave me? say his eyes so expressively. His tiny hands reach out, appealing to me: Pick me up now! . . .