“Oh Gifted Children” by Christopher Walker
“Fortunately we got to her in time, you know, before the blaze could spread,” Jessica said.
“Fortunately we got to her in time, you know, before the blaze could spread,” Jessica said.
Miss Meela wailed underneath her broad-brimmed hat as the pallbearers lowered the casket, carrying her young kin.
I was in a Central Park playground one autumn afternoon with two extremely high-energy young sons, when a local dad offered to organize a game with them and other kids in the park.
“Is a tail a private part of an elephant’s body? Is a tail a private part of a mouse’s body? I can see an animal’s tail, so is it not private?”
I am running behind on dinner thanks to a last minute work emergency and bumper-to-bumper traffic on the interstate . . .
“Suzy, did Lucas have Lucky Charms again for breakfast?”
Reading is fundamental. It is also free at the public library, making it the activity of choice for mothers of young children everywhere . . .
I sat in the car looking out the window and trying to focus on what I had just witnessed in the back seat of the van. It had started out as a simple day . . .