Jane Devin

I peek at my daughter while she’s sleeping, just like I did when she was a child, and my heart, not knowing the difference between one decade or the next, softens and expands all the same. My child is home, she’s sleeping, and my home is once again happily littered with clothes and bags, pictures [...]

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There are predators who can intuitively pick out the insecure and solitary child. The cautionary childhood watchfulness I learned at my mother’s feet had not evolved to warn me of other people’s intentions, only to observe their features and actions with some amount of fascination or horror. The idealistic daydreams I relied on as saving [...]

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