My daughter had my son by the hair, her face contorted with rage. I recognized the her pain…because I’d seen it on my own face.
Author: Rachel Nolan
Once the post-concussion syndrome healed, I had a way to manage my remaining pain: alcohol.
I’ve gotten looking happy down to a science. ….
The guy sat in front of us, blowing back marijuana smoke that twisted in the air and headed directly for my nostrils.
I was 35 the first time I learned how to say goodbye.