PEACEFULLY His

“Shhhh!” Johnathan urgently whispered. “There’s a fake man sleeping in my room!” My then-four-year-old caught me off-guard with his instructions. On the one hand, he was adamant that everyone in the house conform to his imaginary world; on the other hand, his own words betrayed him when he described the man as “fake.”    IContinue reading “PEACEFULLY His”