My Eight Year Old Son Was Teased for His Duct Taped Sneakers Then the Principal Called Me One Morning

it and never forget, the cry that comes from somewhere deep and involuntary, the cry that has nothing left to manage itself with. I went in and sat beside him on the bed and waited. He was clutching the shoes against his chest.

It came out in pieces, the way things do when a person has been holding them in long enough that the holding itself has become continue reading …