For the past 10 days, following the Covenant School shooting here in Nashville, whenever I've noticed a small child—perhaps holding a parent’s hand, skipping happily—I’ve thought: There’s a kid who is not dead.
Or: There’s a kid who could easily be dead.
This reminds me of the time after 9/11, when, if I spotted an airplane in the sky, I’d picture it bu…
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