Maybe everyone had their own kind of moon in them. Full ones and halves. Slivers and curves.… more
Maybe everyone had their own kind of moon in them. Full ones and halves. Slivers and curves.… more
I wondered if I was like him. Even if I loved my children and my wife, it didn’t matter, because I had already abandoned my first family in my own way. Just like him. I studied the picture of Dad again. I just wanted him to turn toward the camera and look my way one time.… more