Dancing Behind You
The rain pounded against the roof of the restaurant. “I’ll get the car,” my dad said, as we stood under an awning ready to leave. I did my best to shelter Max and keep him dry. Max loves to get wet in a pool, or in the shower, but one drop haphazardly landing on his clothes can throw him into a panic. My dad popped open an umbrella, and darted across the shiny street into the night.
While we waited for the car we stood beside an outdoor bar that took full advantage of the warm Florida climate. I looked inside and saw Continue Reading…
Slippery Slope
It’s a bit of a cliché. The three days in which I had to prepare a talk on the joys of life with Max, were the same three days in which Max decided to follow his genetic predisposition and become the kind of teenager I was – moody, irritable, and at risk of being sold to the nearest band of gypsies. We went to the beach…he lost his iPod. We went to a parade…he lost his wallet. We came home…I tried my best not to “lose it.”
Max was nervous, that’s all. I knew he was struggling with anxiety because I felt it too. In just a few days we would Continue Reading…
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