Life is Like Putty in My Hands

“Just two more minutes,” Brad said when I stopped scratching his back tonight. He hadn’t said that since the old days, when I used to scratch his back to sleep every night, before nursing Nora to sleep became priority. “JustĀ one more minute… please…” he saidĀ  five minutes later. I scratched slower and softer, slower and … [Read more…]