“David. Please slow down. Both with the talking and the driving.” “Sorry," he says, not sorry at all. He points to the console. "Here, I brought you coffee and water. I’m like your personal hangover ambulance.” Only my brother could convince me to do whatever it is we so eagerly decided to do today. He says I... Continue Reading →

The Guardian

I’d love to try to help Kara, but my daughter just can’t help herself. We’ve tried everything. Moving her and Cody in with us. Paying for her to finish school. Money for clothes, job training, a car. Anything for Cody. Mary cried when I kicked her out. Didn’t speak to me for weeks afterwards. Like... Continue Reading →

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