Sometimes I stare at him when he doesn’t even notice. I examine every detail of his rugged face. A face that speaks a thousand words. Or maybe a million. A face that shows a life well lived. And so much of life yet to live. Sometimes,…
Someone near and dear to me is considering trying to have a baby. She’s 22. And I don’t know if she is ready. It isn’t up to me, obviously, but I wonder if she knows the things that I wish I knew before I became a…
