short-story
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She noticed it before he did — the distance. Not the kind measured in feet or rooms, but the kind that settles quietly between two people who used to move in rhythm without thinking. It wasn’t a fight or a moment or a single sharp word. It was smaller than that. Softer. The kind of…
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ADHD for a child is like having a storm inside your body while everyone else expects sunshine. The meltdown starts the way it always does — suddenly, and then all at once. Her son’s body jerks in sharp, frantic movements, as if his emotions are too big for his small frame to hold. His arms…
Leigh C. Mitchell 