Before this “day after” the Boston Marathon bombing had a chance to see morning light, my eight year old daughter called out for me. It was a nightmare that woke her from her sleep. I always ask, in my bleary state, for my children to tell me about the dreams that startle them awake and scare them enough to call me in. Hopefully telling them out loud can help us let them go or find a new way to finish them. Sometimes we look for reassurances in our waking world for what we would do if ever… Read the full post
