I remember the day of the birth so well. Early AM, I called the doctor.
Yes, close. Pretty close. I'm thinking of coming in soon. Now? Right now?
Do I want to have him at home? Well, it would be better than the car, I guess.
A few hours later I was the happiest lady on earth, holding one tomato-red, cone-headed boy.
Writing the Afterlife of Trauma: Crafting Characters Beyond Their Wounds
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Author Kalyani Adusumilli examines writing the afterlife of trauma by
crafting characters beyond their initial traumatic experiences.
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