Because I am heartbroken and trying to make sense of the last week, I am writing this, about Martin. My little man. My sweet boy.

As she watched Lily and her new friend play like it was the best game ever, she started to talk to that friend's owner. It didn't take them

Since 1992, Green Day was my life. Seriously, I was a silly punk rock girl dreaming of Billie Joe and listening to his songs.