“Did you hear that children my age probably died in that tornado today, Daddy?” Those were the first words out of my eight-year-old daughter’s mouth when I got home from work last night. I can’t imagine what it must be like to grow up in a day so filled with tragedy AND instant media coverage. When I was eight, I felt stressed about parent-teacher conferences, a bully at my school named Curtis, and selling Babe Ruth candy bars to raise money for my baseball team. My children are … [Read more...]
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