
A Letter to My Daughters for Going Back to School
I wish I could tell you that the world will always recognize your worth. But you both already know that it won’t.
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I wish I could tell you that the world will always recognize your worth. But you both already know that it won’t.

To create is to insist that destruction will not have the final word.

And changed people—people who are more attentive, more compassionate, more alive to what matters—are the ones who shape the world.

So maybe the question isn’t whether blame has a place. Maybe it does. Maybe there are truths that need to be said plainly, without softening.

This might be my favorite thing about middle school girls: they can completely whiff a shot—airball it in spectacular fashion—and then burst out laughing. No

They should not be required to bounce back from things that never should have happened in the first place.

How do I hope for the best when, every day in the United States, the worst keeps happening? How do I look for softness and

Winter asks us to pause. Grief forces us to.