The Gift of Fear
She didn’t tell me his name. She didn’t tell me what he did for a living, or where he came from. She tried not to talk about him much at all, which evoked mild curiosity but didn’t alarm me, even...
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My Friday evening took a scary, unexpected turn when a neighbor intercepted my son and me on our porch. “Come here,” he told my three-year-old son, Li’l D. Li’l D hid behind my legs. Conversations with...
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