My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die. I counted. It happened on the Jellicoe Road. The prettiest road I’d ever seen, where trees made breezy canopies like a tunnel to Shangri-La. We were going to the ocean,… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
I continue to be amazed throughout this journey towards becoming a father with hearing our little pumpkins heartbeat for the first time. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
