My Eight Year Old Son Was Teased for His Duct Taped Sneakers Then the Principal Called Me One Morning

way in the stairwell on his way back down. It was fast, Jim said. He would not have felt much. I held onto that sentence for months, though I was never entirely sure whether it was true or whether it was something Jim said because it was the only thing available that might help.

Andrew was eight years old. He handled the loss in a way I have never been continue reading …