Everything was happening in slow motion. All the sounds around us were muffled. The water coming out of the faucet. My son's body twitching and then going limp. His clenched jaw and me splashing that cold water on his body. I kept saying "I love you son, breath. Breath. Please breath!"
I was only the good kid out of fear of God's punishment.
This past weekend was no different than most. I did the laundry, dishes, and gave the dog a bath. I put together something from IKEA that should have taken half the amount of time it would have if the instructions had words to go along with the pictures. Nothing incredible, but the every day can […]
I remember my dad talking with me about the Birds and the Bees. I knew before the conversation even started that my dad was uncomfortable with what he was about to talk to me about. We sat down on the couch with a book and he basically read it verbatim. I was a rather sheltered child so this […]