It's been a while...I was going to write a piece about being a bad blogger. I didn't blog because March exploded...figuratively.
And then Boston did....literally. My middle-class, educated, white girl problems, joys and jadedness, mean very little.
2 adults were killed...many more catastrophically injured. And an 8-year-old boy named Martin Richard is dead.
Martin, I'm sorry more people didn't listen. Maybe someday.