Maybe it didn’t matter. All that he was sure of was that when she turned and looked at him he got a bit flustered and something akin to Alien Hand Syndrome invaded his body. His left hand, which he’d fully intended to rest on the bar, flapped outwards, knocking over her half-full pint of beer. It...
"She goes for long walks too." It was her daily FaceTime call with Mads. I told myself I was doing this for her—making sure she could spend time with him even if she could not actually be in the same place as him—but it was also for me. I wanted to hear his voice, wanted to hear him laugh at Liv'...
We're on our way to meet her grandmother, Nan Cavannaugh, at the preschool Nan has hand-selected. It's a tony sort of place in Chestnut Hill that calls itself a country day school though it's hardly in the countryside. Of course the name and location give it panache, which explains the two year-p...