An article for Psycom.net. Summer camp had just begun, and it was the first hot day of the year. The air outside looked wavy. I strapped my baby daughter into her car seat and kissed her chubby cheeks. Chelsea was impish and just shy of one year. She looked up at me...
I ran blindly, trying to flee. My mind screamed at me to escape, to jump into the bay. And then there was David. CLICK HERE TO READ ARTICLE ON THE INDEPENDENT “I won’t let go of your hand. I promise,” David said as the first building roared and imploded, encasing us...
My first-grader had a recent school vacation that, in normal years, would have been a welcomed respite. But thanks to COVID-19, it meant five unstructured days with my seven-year-old while I worked. One afternoon, I suggested she start a pastel portrait as I snagged a...
