As I shake out the blanket and prepare to lay it out, there’s a scurry of activity as the insect population races to get clear. I’ve slipped my shoes off and I can feel the dry crispness of the long grass scratching my ankles. There’s a hum of bees and flying bugs and the gentle breeze sets a background soundtrack of gentle rustling. It’s warm but not stiflingly so, thanks to the light breeze. With the scene so perfectly set for rest and relaxation, how could it go wrong

In the fuzzy light of sometime past midnight, my daughter crept through the gloom to the kitchen. Fumbling open the fridge door she...

Tears stream down my face and blood streams down my knee, all the way down to my pulled up socks. Snot dribbles down from my nose and...