I came back from a business trip, and the first thing my seven-year-old son said was, “Don’t go into my room.” Of course, I went in anyway.

smiled, even though he could not see me. “All of them.”

There was a pause.

“Can you tell me the dragon story?”

So I did. I sat alone in a hotel room, still wearing my work clothes, and told him the same story I had made up years ago about a shy dragon who was afraid of the dark.

The second night, Bennett fell asleep before I could call.

The third night,continue reading …