Edvard Munch, The Sick Child
By far the most popular post I’ve written in five years of blogging is my musing on the role of children’s literature in a sorrowing world.
I wrote that in March of this year. Here we are in November, and what a year it has been, with earthquakes of suffering reverberating across widening circles. So, I thought I’d bring that post into the light of day again.
Read it by clicking on this link: In a World of Sorrow, Shall I Dish Up Green Eggs and Ham?
May we all strive to spread peace, empathy, and goodness in our spheres.
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