Some thoughts on processing death and violence in this country, and how it impacts our children.
What stands out is just how small she looked in that bed. — Her chest rhythmically moved up and down. There was a kind of comforting peace about her composition. A calmness. And there was silence. No one really had much to say. What could be said? On one side of the bed stood a few people,Continue reading “A Day of Sadness”
Life is fragile. I’ve recently been reminded of that. When our friends are going through a time of grief, it is not about saying the right thing to encourage them. It is not about getting them to forget what is happening. It is not about trying to get them to move on. It is aboutContinue reading “During a Tragedy”