For the first day of a new decade I wrote about birds and learning to be more human.
“When my boys walk through the park with me, looking and listening for birds, I think about these small deaths, staggering in scope.”
For the first day of a new decade I wrote about birds and learning to be more human.
“When my boys walk through the park with me, looking and listening for birds, I think about these small deaths, staggering in scope.”