Monday, July 18, 2016
On My Knees: Making Sense of France and Other World Tragedies
Late Thursday afternoon, July 14th,
the calls came and then the texts. “Are Xavier and Christophe back yet?” I
hadn’t yet heard about the events in Nice and my son and ex-husband were in the
South of France for a 17-day family vacation. Luckily, my 12-year-old son had
texted me “Goodnight” just minutes before the first call came in.
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