Monthly Archives: April 2018

The best part of the day for me is picking up my 3-year-old son from daycare. It’s something I’ve waited for since I got to work. Sentimental as it may seem, I carry him on my shoulder each morning down … Continue reading →

I wonder if he lives with a collection of souls in his mind. I wonder if he even knows the number he has touched. The quantity he has molded. The lives he has changed. How can a person even focus … Continue reading →

I can’t remember how it feels to squeeze into a rusty hand-me-down Jeep among friends I’d probably die for. I do not recall how it feels to cheer its four bald tires toward gaining enough traction to climb an unplowed … Continue reading →