I’m a dad. Diapers don’t scare me.
I tried sitting. I swear I tried sitting next to Mack. Back in Hannibal, when we started out. Seemed like he’d be…
Write every day. Write every day write every day.
My son’s in the hospital right now. I can’t breathe or think and all I can do is wait.
Write every day, my ass.
“I love you,” Alex reached for Felicia’s hand. “Don’t — don’t cry, honey,” . . .
To Whomever Finds This:
I am endeavoring to give a faithful and accurate representation of our current plight…