As I pry open the heavy metal door at my daughter's school, I notice, she is sitting on a chair by herself, while a gaggle of nine year-olds are whispering and laughing on the other side of the room. She meets me outside dragging her worn out backpack, which has lost all but one of its wheels-one more thing to put on my to-do-list buy her another book bag-and I look into her glassy eyes and I can … [Read more...]