Circus Dreams
I was jumping on the bed last night in a spontaneous dance party to Soulmate by Lizzo, when I missed the bed and face-planted on my hardwood floor. Henry, my 13-year-old’s face appeared above me. “Mom? Are you okay?” “Of course! I know how to take a fall! I was in the circus!” And it’s true—while most people dream of running away with the circus, I bear the proud accomplishment of actually having run away with one. Well, not exactly…
