The world outside may be cruel, but behind our front door, there’s no fear, judgment, or shame. There’s unconditional love.
The world outside may be cruel, but behind our front door, there’s no fear, judgment, or shame. There’s unconditional love.
His death doesn’t feel like part of some lesson. It just feels unfair.
I spent years in the babyhood trenches. I have the scars, words, and formula stains to prove it.
It’s everyone’s chance to remember, even if you don’t want to.
They’re looking down on me with a smile or making my ears ring from afar.
For a kid, those insults are worse than mean, they’re true.
Honestly, kids aren’t the ones who need to pen letters to Santa Claus anyway.
I pictured her handing me paper stacks of glue and popsicle sticks until she was in her 50s.
The best part of Ball-O is the story of how we got him…
I pictured Ashton Kutcher running into her room and yelling, “We got you, Daddy! Ha! Your friend, God, set you up!”
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