Our World is an English Village, and We’re Leaving It Behind
Meta lives, mass shootings, and missing communities
Cotswold Street, Mary Palmer
On Tuesday night, I went for a walk.
I was having a woe-is-me parenting moment, overly full from dinner, and just needed to breathe. With a cup of decaf in hand, I set out around the neighborhood I’m still just getting to know after almost two years of living here, eager to move the anger and tension out of my body.
As I walked…