It’s not even five in the morning. Let the games begin.
It’s not even five in the morning. Let the games begin.
My non-verbal son with autism has always been fiercely anti-mask…although not for a political reason.
Then again, it’s hard being a parent at all. Actually it’s hard just being alive sometimes.
Distance learning wasn’t made for children like my boy and, even when he was on task, he wasn’t actually taking in new information.
Say their names and I see a snapshot from long ago. Their ages far exceed my my memories.
It’s times like this when I’m forced to bare witness to the barest of witnesses.
Defending the home team isn’t just about the people who live in your actual home. It’s about the people who live in your heart.
He’s my guy, so of course, I give in…momentarily.
This wasn’t a debate or disagreement. This was performance art.
An early end to a wonderful day is better than a late end to a miserable one.
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