Happiness. It's relative.
Today my thoughts go to the families of Sandy Hook. Through all the chaos and noise of American life right now, I remember the day after Sandy Hook as if it was yesterday. Here’s what I wrote that day: I woke up twenty times… Continue Reading “The Day After Sandy Hook”
I wrote this three years ago. I still feel the same. I cannot fathom the sorrow that the Sandy Hook parents felt about their children. And I am still so sorry.
Like many nights, I was having a tough time getting a start on this blog post. I’d started a piece about apology, wishing that a person I know who I think ought to apologize to a lot of people probably never will and wondering… Continue Reading “Sorry a Year Later”
I woke up twenty times last night and each time I thought the same thought. Their mothers must still be shrieking. Shrieking and keening. Making sounds they never heard themselves make. That’s what the Sandy Hook mothers are doing, I know it. And then… Continue Reading “The Day After Sandy Hook”
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