Desperate, terrible sadness.
In a few minutes now, Alexander will set forth into the semi-dark, to walk to the school bus stop with his beloved Little Boys. He will be reluctant to let them go.
Amy Kaspar has written something for the Examiner about knitting for
. (I can’t find it on the Examiner
website, to give you the link. I read it on Zite.) My first thought was
derisive. Knitting? But it’s a sensible article, about prayer shawls and
stuffed toys. If I were in Newtown America
this morning, there are few places I’d rather be than in a seat at the table in
We have seen this particular pattern before, including at Dunblane. Augmented suicide. There has been at least one previous instance where the killer began by killing his mother. I don’t trust myself to write about this. The hellish unhappiness of that young man. The dangers for all young men of the white-water years of adolescence.