Category: going out into the world and feeling strangely disconnected from it
-
The Locals May Cover Their Arms, Legs, and Hair from Public View During the Day, but Lira to Simits That They’re Watching Chelsea Handler at Midnight
The children don’t go to off to school. They don’t go to soccer or karate or swimming lessons. They have no friends, ergo no sleepovers, playdates, or squirt gun battles. To their everlasting credit—and with many notable hours of painful and frustrating exception—they are coping admirably. They’re taking succor in books, each other, a few…