I do not want to be writing about this. I am sitting in an Airbnb in Little Rock, three minutes from UAMS, where my beautiful, precious, nearly perfect daughter will have her third back surgery in the morning. She had nightmares about it last night, so neither one of us slept very well.
I do not want to be writing about this. I am sitting in an Airbnb in Little Rock, three minutes from UAMS, where my beautiful, precious, nearly perfect daughter will have her third back surgery in the morning. She had nightmares about it last night, so neither one of us slept very well.
In an effort to keep from becoming an automaton, I force myself to read and listen to different kinds of news. My Facebook and Twitter feeds are intentionally not bubbles; they are a hodgepodge of humanity ranging from people who are politically on the far right to the far left.
I wrote earlier about how my hometown of Ozark worked together to build a Performing Arts Center for our school children, complete with a beautiful black Steinway piano we call the Precious.