Her name was Olivia. I know that now. She didn’t try to take Leo. That was the first smart thing she did. If…
The Autumn wind was a scalpel, slicing through Central Park with surgical precision. It peeled the last, stubborn leaves from the trees, sending…
Lucy’s hands began to move. It wasn’t the clumsy, half-remembered gestures the speech therapist had tried to teach the staff. This was fluid.…
My hands are rough. They’re the hands of a 42-year-old woman who has spent her life scrubbing other people’s floors, washing clothes she…
The shuffle of small feet, a high-pitched giggle. It was a sound I hadn’t registered in years. A little girl, no older than…
The air in Boston Family Court was so cold it felt like glass, sharp and fragile. I sat motionless, listening to the man…
The physical shove was a sloppy, practiced move. It was designed to do one thing: strip a man of his balance and, with…
The diagnosis landed on my desk like a failed quarterly report, but with a finality no board meeting could ever challenge. “Anaplastic Astrocytoma,…
I was a broke, single dad just trying to keep the lights on. She was a mysterious, pregnant girl with designer boots and…
The human mind has a failsafe. A governor. It stops us from making decisions that are truly, fundamentally insane. Mine broke on December…