A few weeks ago, I sat with friends on a rooftop reminiscing about the first books to make us cry. Mine was Bridge to Terabithia. For Kelly, Old Yeller laid her flat. Joe barely made it through Where the Red Fern Grows, then nearly wore out the binding. Josh called The Giver “a crusher.” Each […]
The shootings of Terence Crutcher and Keith Scott weigh on us and our community; we appreciate her attempt to put words to the unspeakable sadness of these deaths.
This past week has been an emotional one. I’ve been struggling to put into words the grief and sorrow I feel for the terrible killings in Charleston. While words can fail at a time like this, silence feels unacceptable as we each grapple with the heartbreak of this tragic event.