You Farted

“Nana…” Standing in line at the Walmart checkout counter, Cade calls for my sister Iris’s attention, “You want a candy.” By “you,” Cade means himself. Everyone else says “you” when referring to him.… Continue reading →

They Don’t Check Out

“Cade stop hitting your tablet,” I shouted. “It’s not nice to hit Atticus Finch,” he laughed. With his latest phase Cade pulls up images on electronic devices and smacks them.  When he is… Continue reading →

Lemonade

I have never understood the phrase “God never gives you more than you can handle.”  The very definition of suicide is people who were given more than they could handle.  My life is… Continue reading →

What’s That Smell?

The aroma was intoxicating as I entered our home.  The smell of fresh baked cookies filled the air.  Cade and I marched toward the kitchen to discover no cookies.  Slowly my hand waved over the… Continue reading →