I admit I was ill prepared for the dramatic response to the loss of our little school. I shuffle the kids out so as not to be traumatized by daddy’s hysterics. I look over at C and say, “You need to give them a hug, they’re taking this hard.” “I’m trying!!” He ...
these days the closest thing to what once were letters, are blog posts. The email has too much brevity, too little gravitas, it compares to the scribble on a visiting card. But the blog, like the letter, is given more than an ounce of thought...