When Elayne heard the hospital intercom announce “Medical Alert, Code Room 204,” the words cut through her like glass. Her 12-year-old son had coded, and …
When my daughter was in kindergarten, there was a boy named DJ in her class. They weren’t close friends, just familiar faces to each other. …
It started like any other Saturday. The kind of day you don’t even think twice about, because everything feels normal, boring even. Shopping with the …
If she had a dollar for every time someone told her, “Don’t forget to take care of yourself, you need to be there for Joseph,” …
Sundays are supposed to be slow mornings. Coffee, bacon, maybe a newspaper if you’re old school. For Becky, Sundays mean one thing—breakfast with family. On …