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October 25th, 2017

Dear Todd
I’ve had a hard time keeping track of what’s happening day to day and haven’t written in a while. The world seems to be crumbling all around us and so I’ve just been moving through it lately—trying to keep our (not so) little people alive and kind. But, tonight I got a reminder of the stage of life in our home. It’s a swirl of homework, chores, reluctance, someone feeling left out at school, someone feeling included for once, struggling to get to sleep and then releasing all tension and breaking into tears of laughter as our 13yr old recounts a moment in his English class.

The student meant to write “I was wrapped into the darkness....and upstairs was an attic...that had a fiberglass witch inside.” 
But due to having a desire for language mixed with an inability to spell...read, “I was raped into the darkness...and upstairs was an addict with a fiberglass witch inside.” 


Clearly a very different story.

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