Dex has a brace. That thing they do, squeezing rubber into the child’s open mouth. Child bites. Impression made. And the next time you go, there on the side table is a spooky plaster replica of your son’s teeth, hewn straight from his skull and adorned with a wire-and-plastic gizmo, a foul medieval device to […]

Louise would have been amused. As it was, two years ago as she began to get ill, and as her illness then took over, and swept us all into a dark panic that we would lose her, we were helpless. Eager for any scrap of information, any chance of contact, any opportunity to contribute, we […]