A beautiful child lies sleeping in my bed. I watch him quietly, controlling my breathing so I don’t wake him up. He’s perfect; an Angel. I roll slightly to my right side. His eyelashes flutter and his eyes fly wide open. “Mama. I’m bored, give me breakfast. Where’s my phone?” Downstairs, I hand him aContinue reading “It’s Chicken or the Phone. You Decide.”
I cannot imagine that you might believe my words, even as I write them; but I hope you can and I hope you do. Hell, I hope that you just even read this. Life without you has been miserable, and I mean that with every ounce of everything I am.