Wednesday Notebook / by Christina Rosalie

Have you ever felt like your heart is outside you, irretrievably scattered like the thousand small pieces in some jigsaw puzzle without a box?

Was it like this? Coming home after hours (like decades) away, and your little one doesn't want to accept your hug, and then calls for Daddy when you're putting him to bed.

Tell me, have you ever felt this fragility, this quaking tenderness, this dislocation?