7:00 a.m. Although Vivian has been up for one hour, William is sleeping away. I walk into his room, turn on the light, and spy him asleep on the edge of his bed. It’s at this point I see the vomit. It has congealed beside him, one-inch chunks of partially digested banana. I wake him. […]
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Gingerbread DysFUNction
It seemed like a good idea at the time. You know, in that same category as opening another bottle of wine or giving your phone number to the guy who’d later become your husband. It was a bit of synchronicity really. My husband saw a gingerbread kit at the supermarket. Then my neighbour – who […]