“Hockey won’t hold still for a portrait.” The words are not mine, but they echo in my head as if they were. I am trying to force myself to take a mental picture of all that we are experiencing, so that I may remember it forever. So that I may capture and describe it later. […]Read more "Making Hockey Hold Still"
I was running late, rushing to brush my teeth and get out the door to catch my train when he said it. Ryan casually mentioned that he had told his language arts class that he attends a social skills group. He mentioned something about sharing an essay he had written. I poked my head out […]Read more "And Then He Dropped the Mic"