[Non-fiction]

My son’s little fingers cradle the iPad to his chest. “Apad,” he says, looking up at me, “pickcha?” His wide eyes are imperatives. This really is something he doesn’t need, but kids are good at convincing you they do. He’s only one and a half, for god’s sake, and he’s already swinging off me with jungle vines of emotion. Continue reading “Tarzan” →