“You know, Bailey, sometimes I don’t think I’m beautiful. But when I take a breath and dance, I know I am.” — Evolette, 6 years old. My son, Bailey, works at our Local Boys and Girls Club, which is a little like a mix of summer camp and day care. Bay has always been remarkable […]
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The Thing About Grief
Last month, my son came to visit and was home for all of an hour when he received a devastating phone call, news that would send him into the kind of hysterics I’ve never witnessed. He was half shrieking, half screaming. He was punching walls. Hyperventilating. Pacing in broken circles. Mashing fists into his face. […]