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

breathing told me he was asleep. I stood there a moment longer, in the doorway of my son’s room with the light off and his shoes at the foot of the bed and the whole impossible year of loss and grief and duct tape and three hundred children sitting on a gym floor somewhere behind us, somewhere we had passed through and were still passing through and continue reading …