The Man

My Other Children

…I looked back and saw Ian slowly walk from the playground to sit at the foot of the tree, hands in his lap. Ian rarely sits, and he never does anything slowly. My heart fell. …I’d gone to the playground to play with my son, and here I was, playing with other men’s sons.

Been There

A friend at work had a baby two weeks ago. Today, she brought him into the office. I turn into an idiot when I’m around children. If there’s a kid within my field of vision, I’ll do my best to make friends and play. This generally involves contorted facial expressions and hiding behind things, which […]