All the More Reason
When my heart’s aching for Boston, and every connection to the outside world reminds me of the confusion, heroism, and pain there, I find it hard to concentrate on writing a children’s book. Then I realize it’s more important than ever to carry on and do what I’m supposed to do. I don’t write fiction by ignoring the latest shocking proof of evil in our world, and I don’t do it out of angry righteousness. I keep working simply because it is a gift to be able to work, and this time I have been spared, and I can only hope I’m contributing to the forward motion of humanity, not its downfall.
My prayers go out to the families of Boston.
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