Photo by Fatima Fakier Deria
By T. Delaplain
“You can have it all”, they said. The career, the kids, an American flag and a pink flamingo on the picket fenced lawn; a full measure of domestic bliss.
I was in the center ring with all the balls in the air, apron strings tied, balancing on one leg in a perfect pirouette until the phone shattered my peaceful dinner party, again.
“Sorry, it’s probably the hospital. Mom says, babies don’t wait. She never gets to finish dinner with us.”
I called the circus the next day and dropped a few balls.
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This is that child graduating from medical school. He works 90 hours a week. He thinks he can have it all, too. Maybe he can.