On Clouds and Growing Up

My latest piece in Medium’s Human Parts is about finding a safe harbor in elementary school and watching my son grow up.

Now 12, my son is a more complex interpretation of the boy he once was. Less toothy grin, more cautious smirk. Less bounce, more swagger. Less dependence, more free agency. Like the changing clouds, he’s prone to shape-shift at a moment’s notice.

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