When my mom Lou was a kid, she wanted to run away and join the circus. She never did, but sometimes you wouldn’t know it. Whenever my sister, Emma, or I get sick, Mom pulls out four of those red and white juggling pins that look like they come from a bowling alley. She leans over the bed or couch—wherever we’re trying to sleep—and juggles for the longest time. That’s just at home, though.