Quiet, Like you are sleeping
QUIET, LIKE YOU ARE SLEEPING It is my day to aid at my son’s school. I drive the familiar route. My NPR station is on from last night. I hasten to turn it off, but a bit too late. The words guns, shooting pervade the consciousness of my six-year-old. “Did somebody die?” he asks with big wide eyes. “Someone did bad things and hurt others”, I say weighing each word. How much does he need to know? “Is a bad person like a thief?” he continues. His only reference to evil doings is a folklore about… Read More »Quiet, Like you are sleeping