Sunday, November 20, 2016


I have so much to say, and yet nothing to say. Not here, anyway. Everything feels tenuous and terrifying. When I stop and consider it all, it's hard to find any hope. The only thing I know is that I want to wrap these children up in any safety I can offer them, to shelter them from all the ugliness scratching at the edges of our lives, to do what I can to carry them whole to the other side of this, whatever shape it takes.