toddler
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People hear “bear”and imagine something fierce. They’ve never metmy Izzy Bear. She growlsat socks that won’t cooperate. Roarsbecause the toastwas cut the wrong way. Declares waron naps,empty snack bowls,and closed baby gates. She marches through the houselike she’s queen of the forest, until someone says, “Come here, Bear.” Then suddenly— the mighty creaturemelts into cuddles,rests…
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Most days, she’s my Gabby Goose. Soft cheeks. Sleepy cuddles. Tiny giggles that make the whole house lighter. But every now and then… Goosifer appears. She grins with the confidence of someone who’s absolutely about to do the one thing I just said no to. She steals toys. Runs away laughing. Climbs first. Thinks later.…
Between Bruises and Blooms 