He’s there. Breathing fire. Breathing fear into my mind. He has been subdued for so long, I thought he was gone. I thought I’d overcome...

4:00 am. Every night at 4 am. I grumble, frustrated that I can’t seem to break this cycle. Grief bubbles up, overwhelms me while I search...

Finn’s anxious eyes implore me to find the energy. He tracks my every move while getting ready for the day, him laying sprawled on my...

I look forward to these nights, once a week, when I get him all to myself. Sometimes we simply grab a quick bite and go to the grocery...