First thing every day, I count out the same colorful cocktail of medications into Mother's four containers: morning, midday, evening meal and nighttime. Two pink pills shortly after waking up, and ... [+]
My name is Zach, and I don't have a treehouse.My new neighbor, Oliver, has an amazing treehouse built just for him. He's so lucky.What I have is a stack of unread library books and a LOUD family!My mom whistles while she drives.My dad sings in the shower.My brother plays the drums in our room and floor hockey everywhere else.And my little sister squeals when she's happy and shrieks when she's not.What's a kid got to do to get some peace and quiet?Every once in a while I catch a break. I get a single moment of calm. It never lasts."Zeke and Zach and Zelda! DIN-NER!"I pleaded at the dinner table