by Tammy Kennington | Feb 11, 2016
I vividly remember standing beneath the wooden doorframe of my bedroom–terrified of the imagined evil lurking in the five inches of space beneath mattress and covers. I stood motionless…weighing the options. The risks? Certain punishment if I refused to quickly...
by Tammy Kennington | Nov 26, 2012
“You did WHAT?” I asked my fifteen-year-old son. Rushing into the restroom, I peered into the white bowl. Shaking my head in disbelief, I sighed and turned to Seth. “I’m sorry, honey. PD Bear is gone.” Connor had unceremoniously...