As many of you know, my stepson, Sam, was assaulted on December 8, 2017. His brain was pulverized, his body was broken in a dozen places, he spent seven months in a coma, never regaining consciousness, and he died on July 25, 2018, five days after his fifty-third birthday. (I recently referred, in rather less… Continue reading Justice for Sam. Sort of. Or the Best We Could Do, Anyway
All Purls. No Swine.