Finding that odd, I spend a little less time in the church than normal then try to call Braden using the number I have from when Jules and I were helping at the youth center. I want to tell him that I used the test and that we have maybe three months to come up with a plan and execute it, and hop...
I didn’t see it helping. It had never helped before. But I agreed and I went home. And I felt...numb. The safe little world I’d created for myself had changed. People had seen me go off the rails. The mask I wore had slipped and things would change as a result. Dave was like a hummingbird, hoveri...
I did call out,” I say, as we sit in the emergency room at UCLA. Avery has her leg across my lap to elevate her swollen ankle. There’s a blue icepack draped across it, and we’re just waiting until we get called in so they can x-ray. I try to keep my eyes off it, feeling guilty for being the reaso...
“Amen,” I whisper through my tears, watching as my father is lowered into the ground. I want to scream and shout that this isn’t fair. He died because of me, and there is nothing I can do about it. Nothing I can say to make this right. I’m so sorry, daddy. Braden stands by...
Today, he’s working with the elderly on a community gardening project, and we first have to stop off at the gardening center to pick up some mulch and some netting to protect their strawberry bush from the birds. “How long has the garden been established for?” I ask him as...