I Thought We Had More Time.

  I sad because my legs no work so good.  I no run fast like Parker. My legs no work. It’s the heavy silence that follows the bomb dropping, where all you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat pounding out its instantly accelerated rhythm in your ears, followed by the air slowly leaving [ Read More ]

Paper Cuts That Don’t Heal

I am not afraid of inflicting great emotional injuries on my daughter. I don’t call her names, compare her to so and so, or tell her she’s ruined my life. I don’t send her to bed without dinner, or banish her to her to her room for hours behind a locked door. I don’t threaten [ Read More ]