“Mom, what does ‘mutilating minors’ mean?”
“Hey babe, are you okay?” I asked my daughter as I watched the surgeon make a small incision on her upper left arm. No response. “I don’t think she can…
“Hey babe, are you okay?” I asked my daughter as I watched the surgeon make a small incision on her upper left arm. No response. “I don’t think she can…
I remember it like yesterday — Gideon sitting on his knees, grinning from ear to ear, and meticulously (well, as meticulously as his four-year-old hands would allow) sifting through the…
“Wow, nice catch, J-Man,” I yelled to my son after he leaped into the ocean and snagged- with one hand, no less, the football I misfired. “Thanks, mom!” he smiled…
“Mommy, I’m scared,” my daughter said from the back seat of our SUV, surrounded by her backpack, a sleeping bag and some other odds and ends that never made…