#aboyandhisdog

There is magic happening in my house right now. At night, when the day is done, and all becomes quiet. My son is growing. Stretching in the dark, like he’s been sprinkled with fairy dust. Filling out the corners of his bed. Inching himself away from childhood. Releasing an odor that is both the sweetest and most repugnant I have ever known. Teenage boy, I think it’s called. On the...