I cursed myself for buying Kay insulated snow pants that worked too well. It was getting late. She sat down on the cold sidewalk like a disciple of Ghandi. She wasn’t budging. I waited, hoping she’d get cold enough to get up and grab my hand. Then, I could just steer her towards the warmth […]
A howl rang out through the store. But, that sound wasn’t from a wolf, it emerged from my young son. He was face down on the floor of K-mart with his arms and legs flung wide. His wails paused briefly each time he breathed in, and then renewed, he continued to howl with fresh strength.