Just Another Day?

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I kissed my daughter goodbye yesterday morning, knowing what a monumental day it would be. It was the March For Our Lives rally, and she’d planned to attend. As I drove off to the library to teach, of all things, Memoir writing, I tried to imagine what the day would be like for her. What she’d glean from her experience marching with so many others, advocating for something so many believed in, meeting up with counter-protesters, praying that all remained safe throughout the day.  I even p...