“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…
“Mommy, Mommy, come quick!” my daughter shrieked at the top of her lungs while taking her nightly shower, her voice piercing so loudly I suspected the worst. “What’s wrong?” I…
I still like Facebook. After the “fake news,” the annoying ads, the spread of misinformation. Even after the platform mis-fired and “boosted/targeted” my recent article to racist homophobes, who quickly…
I held my daughter’s hand as we walked towards the sanctuary; I could feel my stomach churning and beads of sweat forming in my armpits. Gabby was wearing a fabulous dress…