Covid-19 has polarized our viewpoints, and categorized us into cheap boxes: there’s this camp, and that. Hello, four cardboard walls.
I love these books for their powerful imagery and empathy, building a bridge between those-who-have-firsthand-experience and those-who-need-a-window-in.
I imagine that, like me, you want an answer: something to eat or do or break or understand that will make the difference, make this bearable.
I too have turned my child over to hard things, and I too have let him cry into his pillow, and sometimes I hate myself for that.
The point of Christmas is that Christ entered. Here. He is the last person in the world to be upset with a mess, or rattled by the unforeseen. He is acquainted with grief.
I wrote this piece many weeks ago, about living as a foster parent and a woman. Now at last I am young enough to share it.