[Ed. note: Please forgive another sprawling disquisition on the emotional/ethical tangle in the wake of Tucson. I get the feeling these are the first in a long series of such things.] This is a parenting blog, primarily. Parenting as seen through my eyes, which are those of a white middle
Herewith a string of disconnected thoughts and a litany of links to many things you likely already know, simply because at the moment there feels like so little else I’ve been able to do. Like so many of us, since about midday Saturday I’ve been off-and-on glued to my news
This here’s a pleached allé on Hambros Alle, in the  neighborhood we stayed in. It ends in the Øresund, the strait separating Denmark from Sweden.  We walked by this many days, and every time I wanted to stand in the crosswalk and stare and stare and stare, into eternity, or