robynwoodman

I push down the rising panic as my eyes dart nervously back and forth to the group two booths down. My boyfriend sits next to me, clapping and cheering as our friend belts out a rousing off-key version of “Rocket Man.” Unaware of the circus act in my abdomen, he lets out a hoot as the crowd joins in for the chorus. I’m relieved that he’s occupied. I need a moment to make a plan.   Having…