What They Don’t See ���

It happened again. An underhanded comment, off the cuff but sharp and succinct and it sank deeper than it probably meant to. I should know by now. I’ve heard enough of them. I shrinkunder the weight and flinch ever so slightly and hide behind a smile. And I know I should shake it off and move on, and I do, outwardly but on the inside? What they don’t see? Yeah. That’snotpretty. What is it, I wonder, that gives us license to judge, to proclaim facts unproven, make statements that may not ev...