- Last updated 4/30/13 by Sheryl Paul
By Sheryl Paul Just as I’m about the pour a splash of vanilla into the shake I’m making for my son, I hear two blood-curdling screams followed by the sight of my older son, Everest, tearing around the corner with his 3 1/2 year old brother, who has transformed into the Tazmanian devil, close behind. Everest dashes behind my back to create a blockade between him and Asher. Asher runs full-force toward his brother, but finds himself in my arms instead. I carry him to the couch and hold him tightly. Contained in my arms and against the warmth of my... read more


