While I Was at Lunch With My Daughter My Neighbor Called and Asked Why Someone Was Loading Boxes From My House

the unconditional enthusiasm of a five-year-old who has no idea what is happening around him. I held him for a moment and felt the full weight of what the evening was going to cost. This boy would carry the consequences of his parents’ choices for a long time. That was the wound underneath everything else, the one I could not treat and could not ignore.continue reading …