September 13, 2009“Are those poop bags in your pockets again?” I see the top of a bright blue plastic bag sticking out of his shorts. “I always come prepared,” he says. Always is right. John Bear is seldom without a poop bag or two sticking out of his cargo short pockets. I’m always telling him to stick [...]
September 7, 2009“If everything works out with John, Benjamin won’t know a time when he wasn’t around.” As my therapist’s words sink in the last three years of my life flash through my mind; from the beginning when I packed everything up and moved into my mother’s, to the quiet nights at her house in the woods [...]
