This is the photo of the suspect after he placed the backpack bomb beside Martin and his family. After all is said and done and prayed for and captured, there is still a lot of inner processing left in the aftermath to do. This photo smacked me hard – harder than all the rest . . . → Read More: Remind Me
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This morning I woke up lying in the aftermath of my week in Boston. A week that I could never, even in my writer’s imagination, have imagined. I needed to keep my lens, through which I focus the week’s happenings, adjusted properly. I knew today was going to be a day of coming down, coming . . . → Read More: A Soft Landing …then there was today. Yesterday was day 4 of my Young Authors Workshop. The children were very excited because the next day they were doing “author readings” in the store and the local newspaper was coming. They spent the better part of the class finishing the illustrations for their books they were going to share . . . → Read More: First There Was Yesterday… |
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