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When We Speak, Who Is Being Heard?
When someone sees and hears the adult, do they recognize the child who may be speaking?
They Are Not Mine to Neglect
We are a plural family of nine people sharing one body and one life. When a frightening thought suggested that my eight sons might be ghosts of children lost to trauma, I knew what they needed to hear: none of us is a ghost, and none of us is merely a product of what happened…
The Life We Are Trying to Make Room For
After an end of employment, we finally had more time to be together. But on Dad’s Day, we discovered that writing about our life had begun taking time away from living it. A county envelope, eight children waiting for their daddy, and an evening holding Luke helped us remember what we had been trying to…
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