Everyone always thought Virgil Crank was such a curmudgeon, but the truth was that he was just a broken man. After the war, the world had seemed like such a different place that evoked fear as a means to control. Even the news was no longer a place to turn to for a sense of... Continue Reading →
Poem – How Parents Really Feel
Hard to breathe Tightness in my chest The walls are closing in The pounding in my head Matches the rhythm of my heart I am not sure if I will make it til the end Wait It has ended What's this? One more? Do we really have to watch Caillou again? I close my eyes... Continue Reading →