I couldn’t wait to get to my son’s school at 10 am to stand with the students and faculty in silence. I cut fast on my scooter through the abrasive cold, Pooh weather, I call it. Blustery March, full of light and promise and surprises.
There they were, heads bowed, in the right, belonging to the world of people who want children to be protected even from their own confusing impulses. Here I come,Read More