I can’t even with our administration’s new practice of tearing children from their mothers and throwing them in cages. Heretofore this was the worst torture imaginable; unthinkably ripping a child from a mother’s arms as in Sophie’s Choice.
Yet here we are.
Every morning, day and night I snuggle, wrestle, kiss, hug, tickle, squeeze, struggle, cajole, squeeze, smell and guzzle my kids. I also have access to unlimited amounts of fresh, clean, drinkable water.
I am haunted by these and other privileges.