Memoir

  • Sharp Sticks Grow On Rooted Trees

    “I’m hurt, Mom,” said Cosmo, my eleven-year-old son, when he opened the front door. Blood seeped from his ear. “What happened?” “I ran into a sharp tree limb.” With a wash cloth and hydrogen peroxide, I slowed the flow of blood. “Is he gonna lose his ear, Mom? Omg, he’s gonna be like Vincent Van…