What is my dream occupation? Well, I certainly didn’t go through all the time, trouble, and money to become a defense attorney on a passing whim ( Read more... )

My regret is not for myself, but for my son. Perhaps it is something that happens when one becomes a parent; we cease to be so concerned about ourselves and spend most of our time thinking of them. I never realized before I had a child that it would be this way; as an only child it was easy to become self-centered, and even after I was grown I was ( Read more... )

Not so very long ago my typical day began very early in the morning when I’d get up after a restless night of trying to sleep and trying hard not to imagine what sort of things might be happening to my son. And then I would go downstairs and have a nice healthy breakfast of coffee and cigarettes and settle in for a day of worrying, and talking to ( Read more... )

First of all, they have not caught Roger yet. I thought it would be easy because he's a crazy druggie, but apparently in the time since we've been married he's become some sort of Houdini. I try to never say his name around Leo ( Read more... )

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Kim supposed that it was difficult for any loving mother to hear her child crying out in the grip of a nightmare; knowing that fear was real and would not dispel when he woke was much worse ( Read more... )

In the hospital there was a lot of time to do some thinking, especially when Leo was asleep and she was essentially alone. She thought about her conversation with Sam and all that she had left out. Did she want to go back to Boston? Nevermind what she thought about it. Would Leo? But she couldn't ignore everything about it. There were so ( Read more... )

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It is late at night and the hospital is quiet, at least where I am. I sit in a chair next to my son’s bed and watch him sleep, his chest rising and falling with a gentle rhythm. I have been waiting so long for this moment and fearing it would never come that I can’t keep my eyes off him, and I’m still finding it hard to believe that I am here, ( Read more... )