I Let Them Use My Money Until They Fed My Son a Hotdog

looked at me, maybe trying to find the old version of me, the one who’d soften first.

She wasn’t there.

He left the pie.

I threw it out.

Two months after that, Dad asked if he could take Noah to the air museum out by the interstate. Just the two of them.

I almost said no.

Then I asked Noah.

He thought about it with the seriousness he brings to big things continue reading …