Isaac is standing outside the door of a bedroom in our undisclosed vacation spot. He is clutching a pillow like it is a club. He is trying to coax his brother Eli into opening the door. “Open the door Eli! I’m not holding anything!”
Much as I appreciate his attempt at stealth, it doesn’t seem right. “Don’t lie,” I tell him.
He thinks about it for a moment. He knocks on the door again. “Open the door Eli! I’m holding something, but it won’t kill you!”
This is How You Heal the Wound
The Subdivision
On the Virtues of Peeing Outside
Imagination destruction
The Things We Build
Our Love Affair With Fairs
Curse of the Greedy Copyright Holders
Boy, the Scout Handbook Keeps Changing
Ya Gotta Have (Real) Friends
G.K., Santa, and Me
How Can I Teach My Kids to Work?
Intelligence Designer
Elective
The Glass Child
Name
The Grace I Know
Coming Apart
Uninterested
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