Martika was the first person we told. In her kitchen. The very same kitchen where Madisyn and I had first met. Everything seemed oddly similar to the way it had been on t...read full story
Summer came quickly that year, and our lives had nearly returned to normal by the time of the solstice. Madisyn and I spent as much time as we could outside and made a po...read full story
If the headline of this article caught your eye, you are probably middle-aged, the time when, for many, the vulnerability of parents suddenly looms large.In some cases it...read full story
