I am in the supermarket in the late afternoon, choosing cucumbers and peppers. My preschool age son sits happily in the supermarket trolley, munching on bamba. The supermarket loudspeaker announces a sale on chicken. I study my fellow shoppers, wondering what they are thinking. Perhaps they are wondering whether they should take advantage of this

Sometimes I find myself choking on silence, and I fear all my thoughts must come out or I’ll simply burst, the unsaid gushing out and drowning us all. I sit quietly while they tell me how to live, but I have a million reasons why what they’re saying simply won’t work for me. I’m different.