Hurts Like Hail

fontcandy“Words can hurt like hail – pint sized punches that collectively break us down and bruise the heart.”

It was the night of the hail storm. My son and I were playing in the front room. My wife, Ginny, walked into the room. She was holding one of the twins, while an automated swing rocked his brother in the other room. Both boys were fighting sleep. Ginny had a decided look on her face. “Let’s go for a ride in the car.” Continue reading