A Study of Contradiction

When Jack was a baby, I rocked him every night before bed while he drank his milk. Ben read to us chapters from novels like The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and The Count of Monte Cristo and did his best to ignore my crying. It never failed; I always got teary-eyed as Jack rested against…

Sitting Still

There was a big thud at the bottom of the playground slide. “You better watch out! You could have been killed,” the boy yells at Jack, who had been playing at the bottom of the slide. “I couldn’t be killed. I was picking up rocks,” Jack says to the older one, standing so they are…