Cover Photo: image via baabix/flickr
image via baabix/flickr

It’s Crying Time

Eyes up, no tears. Dad’s stage-four cancer, I thought, shouldn’t cause everyone to break down.

Crrrrryyyyyyyy babyCry baby. Cry baby. Honey, welcome back home

Could you cry a little, lie just a little, pretend that you’re feeling a little more pain

baby go on and just cry me a river

Dad is sick, this is bad


Cry, baby. Honey, welcome back home

Staff writer with the Flathead Beacon in Kalispell, Mont. Other writing lives at The Toast, The Intentional, Flathead Living, and more.