Two Strangers Knocked During a Christmas Outage. The Moment They Gave Their Names, I Knew Something Was Wrong.

for a reason.

Just choices. A series of difficult, imperfect choices to show kindness, to set boundaries, to stay open to the painful possibility that people could change.

I turned from the window, walked back to the living room, and sat on the floor with my kids. Claire handed me a mug of hot chocolate. The tree lights blinked their reliable pattern.continue reading …