I’ve grown tired and my throbbing head rests wearily on shoulders knotted by the week’s concerns. Night begins to fill the sky with its inky fingerprint and I notice there aren’t any stars. Even the smallest shaft of light has been snuffed out by...
There’s always a moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in. -Graham Greene From the beginning, my ideas about parenting were flawed. I thought of it almost like a mathematical formula. If Dave and I just plugged in the right amount of love,...
