No-Cry Zone
I am in the green room—the color of sea glass, the walls translucent enough that when the sun hits them just right, they literally glow. But right now it is evening. The moon is risen and shooting its beams through the window to alight on the tiny face that gazes up from my arms. My firstborn and I, once again, are together at the appointed time and place for what could only be described as a rockathon and I don’t mean music. I have no idea what I did with the other babies t
