I Didn't Need A Retreat. I Needed To Hide In A Closet.

Richard Drury/Photodisc/Getty ImagesSmall feet slapping against hardwood. Doors being pulled open, slammed shut. Twelve. Fourteen. Fifteen. I’m coming, Mama! She always drops 13, I think to myself, smiling in the dark as I crouch into a ball, willing myself invisible.I’m in our laundry room, which is little more than a glorified closet crammed with half-used nubs of chalk, mesh swim bags, bubble wands, car detailing kits, a fire extinguisher — all the accoutrements of life that claim no other place in our household. My four-year-old daughter and I are on our third game of hide-and-seek, a new...

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