The Best Laddie

I want to remember 16 because it’s as good as everything else has been. He staggers through the front door, having just walked home from robotics practice after school, and in addition to the fully loaded pack on his back, he’s carrying a big box. It’s the new compost bin, delivered onto the front porch… Continue reading The Best Laddie

400 Noodles and Four Hours: Monday, February 19

I knew it was coming, so I’d had a couple days to brace myself. Mostly, my strategy was to hide upstairs, answer the occasional question, and deliberately pour my soul into a zen acceptance of chaos. Actually, now that I reread that previous sentence, I think I might ask Byron to stitch a version of… Continue reading 400 Noodles and Four Hours: Monday, February 19