Our Justice Leagues
It's been a hot minute since I've blogged. This one may step on some toes, y'all. It may cost me some Facebook friends. What I have known for sure since I was 7 years old is that when something is beyond hard, I write. I write. And I write. Musical Bridges After Liam's Tomatis Therapy ended today in Seattle I still had the memorial service for George Floyd playing on my phone, as I plugged it in to re-start his latest werewolf audiobook in the car. "What's that music?" Liam asked It was the organ of ABC broadcasting on YouTube during the 8:46 of silence for George Floyd's Memorial service. I'd been watching it while he was in doing his therapy. I swallowed hard. Here was our sliding door moment. "A very important man was killed." I said. Then tears pricked my eyes. A lump formed in my throat. I couldn't say more....I swallowed again, struggling. "Oh. Who was he?" Liam inquired, all innocence and curiosity. ...