A Birthday He’ll (We’ll) Never Forget

April 28th was my son’s nineteenth birthday. The morning starts off in usual fashion- a “good morning” greeting; a “happy birthday” wish; a quick prayer and then an admonition to be safe on the roads. I then leave for work at the dark hour of 5:40. Two-and-a-half hours later, I walk out of the wrapper

The Exploding Thermos

Thick, slimy, green goo clung to the ceiling, with an occasional drop succumbing to gravity and landing into the sink below with a moist plop. Green splatters plastered the kitchen window, nearby cabinets and floor. A sweet, slightly fermented smell reached my nostrils as I walked into the kitchen; my stomach recoiled at the sight.