Monthly Archives: August, 2014


I couldn’t write while I was in Cleveland, while my kids were at Camp Stone, while my younger boys were in day camp. I couldn’t write when the library was nearby, when I took out more books than I could ever manage to read in a summer simply because I could take them out. I …

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This week I’m taking a class in trauma therapy. The teacher starts each day asking us to “check in” (it’s the danger of learning therapy as opposed to… accounting). When I checked in I said, “i woke up to find out that a missile fell outside my son’s school.” When my classmates checked in they …

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