“How can we love days that are filled with sorrow? We can’t—at least not in the moment. I don’t think my mother was suggesting that we suppress discouragement or deny the reality of pain. I don’t think she was suggesting that we smother unpleasant truths beneath a cloak of pretended happiness. But I do believe […]
When I was a young girl—about seven or eight—I was helping my Dad pack for a camping trip. He gave me his razor blade to go put in with the supplies, and, being the curious child I was, I decided to open the blade to check it out. Somehow in my childhood agility I managed […]