It’s the eve of your twelfth birthday. The picture in my head may have been a bit different from what I was expecting, but I should have...

My mom sent a photo. It’s hard even to think of my parents as senior citizens, though I am nearly one myself. The image shows...

“How long do you think I’ll last? I mean, when do you think I am going to die?” Ethan’s questions still sometimes catch me a bit off...