Four For Me

Some may remember I used to write a blog. It was about my marriage, infertility, and the loss of our babies. Later, I wrote about the death of my mother which was the loss of one of my very best friends.  I’ve contemplated starting a new blog logging the challenges and successes of adoption.  But, those stories are for my girls to tell. This is the point in my writing where I remind anyone reading that I’m a heart writer. That means grammar gurus, sally spells so right, and punctuation princesses may move on. I have no editor. I don’t need one. This is my heart on a laptop.  So what’s weighing so heavy on me that I busted out Pages to write an essay after years of only utilizing the beautiful superficialdom that is Facebook and Instagram? Yep. This kid.   MAGA kid.   Nick Sandmann. Boy from Kentucky. Catholic.  Wearing a MAGA hat.  Clearly the face of all that is wrong in this world. Clearly. This kid. Let’s go back a