Best Worst Day Ever (Part 1) Ugh. He turned and slumped toward the den, now Mom’s “bedroom.” Parting the curtains that separated it from the living room, he looked inside. To his left squatted a potty chair. Directly ahead was a medical bed, on which his mother lay covered by thin white sheets. To her … Continue reading Best Worst Day Ever (Part 2)

Matt poked his head into the bathroom. “Aren’t you ready yet?” he asked casting a quick glance his watch. Late. Today was setting up to be as bad as usual. “I have to brush my hair,” Emma replied in an exasperated voice, accompanied with her usual preteen eye roll. “You’ve been at that for ten … Continue reading Best Worst Day Ever (Part 1)