“My teenage son will sometimes crawl into bed with us, saying ‘Sorry, I can’t sleep.’ Every time he does, I think, ‘This will definitely be the last time,’ and I savor having him there, holding my hand, falling asleep instantly, still small on the inside… for today.”—Andre...
a storm rolled into the valley. A huge gust of wind picked up the tent, flipped it upside down and dragged it up the mountainside. Apparently, my 90-year-old grandfather had been holding onto one of the poles, and later he calmly reported the incident from his perspective...