Wil sat down on the bench. I sat next to him and watched a droplet of sweat slip down the side of his forehead. It
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Getting There
“I need him to hand me his boarding pass ma’am,” the security agent behind the podium said. “Wil, here, please just hand her this pass.”
A Love Story
The girl stood behind the hospital wheelchair and clasped the narrow top of the plastic seat. Her mother, standing beside her (both about the same
The Dance
When Wil was born, I wondered on his differences. How would they separate him from making friends? How would his differences separate him from living
Struuuuuuuummmm!
As our school is in a hybrid format, the kids are home on Wednesdays. One of Wil’s assignments on Wednesday is to watch CNN10 (10
Extra-Awesome
It was 7AM. Wil was lying on his back with his chin jutted up and mouth wide open; soft snores were given free passage. I
