The concerned mom followed me through the parking lot of the preschool one morning. “Umm, Dorothy?” she began, “Justin is in a tank top and shorts.” We had recently become acquaintances and had just dropped off our sons to the same classroom. My eyes may have tightened in question although I’m sure my smile widened. […]

He lay in a stupor of weariness. He hung suspended in a timeless space. He could neither go forward nor back. Something was ended. Nothing was begun. –from The Yearling by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings As my daughter and I finished reading this semester’s literature book, The Yearling, my voice unexpectedly left me, mid-sentence. I tried again, but the […]