Tinsley column: When we are wounded


Columns share an author’s personal perspective.*****We bought a rocking horse for our son on his first birthday. It was simple and sturdy, made of unfinished wood. That was 42 years ago. Over the years, it continued to hold its head high, but the tail drooped between its legs. I am sure we intended to paint it someday, but that day never came. Instead, our son decorated it with crayons, pens and markers. We passed it down to his little sister, born eight years later, and then to […]  » Read More

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