The day's first email -- subject line: "Confidential." A kid in crisis is bravely getting some help. Looking up from the email, I see her come in like it's just another day -- which, I guess, it is. Still, every word & gesture becomes a sign, a warning. If you or someone you love needs help, please know that there are resources out there. This is a kind of tanka poem. Sorta.
One response to “the whole child.”
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