“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.
Breathing is difficult today. In the waiting room we sit, my sick four-year-old and I. For a w.hole nineteen minutes now the paper-white silence has been punctuated by the cold of the man a.cross from us.
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.