April 2015

Believe Again

“STOP!” My eyes darted around looking for a car barreling toward us. No car. No danger. My 5-year-old son ran into the grass of our front yard. Grabbed something from the air and came back to me. “Got it,” he said. “Got what?” I asked. “My dragon.” He cracked open his hand and whispered something …

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