Hovering — Behind the White Coat

My childhood was tightly controlled. Every aspect of my life was minutely scrutinized and managed. I was not allowed to ever spend the night at a friend’s house. I went to a friend’s house once in grade school. Only once. My first sanctioned date was to a church to deliver fruit to shut-ins on Halloween […]

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