The Ruler From 1990: How My Tough Love Drowned My Son

It might be a warning flare.

And warning flares aren’t polite.

They’re bright.

They’re ugly.

They’re meant to be seen.

When the group ended, people came up to me in small waves.

One man gripped my hand like he was afraid I’d disappear.

“My kid told me he’s tired,” he said. “I thought he meant lazy.”

His eyes were wide.

“I’m going home right now to knock on continue reading …