“I thought I could drown all my sorrows. But I found out my sorrows could swim.”

The above quotation, from a man in Guatemala who had his wife and children killed during the civil war there, broke my heart while I was driving today – perhaps especially because it was in translation from Spanish, and I was moved by how such a cliche about grief could be transformed with an unexpectedContinue reading ““I thought I could drown all my sorrows. But I found out my sorrows could swim.””