If I could give parents new or old any kind of advice — without actually being a parent myself — it would be this: never, never let your child read Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul. (more…)
Sometimes he’ll sit on a bus and turn it over in his mind, again and again, the corners of the memory faded and worn. The rain will be falling outside. He’ll flip the time in his hands and look for evidence of when things went astray.
He thought he’d never leave, and then he left. (more…)