See, here’s the thing… …and I’m okay with this. It’s not that the fairy stories hold no appeal.  Confession time:  In the months after my baby boy died, sometimes I indulged in daydreams about that kind of thing. My daydreams were always kind of sweet and funny.  Mostly they involved my dear friends Colin and […]

The scars remain tender. Never, ever healed, but only lightly scabbed over. Time does not heal all wounds, but only allows us to adapt, if we can, to a life that is forever altered. Some wounds are like physical disabilities that will never heal, but can only be compensated for, adapted to. Neil Peart Is […]