“Don’t throw stones so close to us. You’ll hit someone. It’s just a matter of time.” “I will not,” I replied, “My arm’s a rifle.” The next rock I picked from the clear waters ...

And yes, we are grieving. But perhaps a pile of rubble is not the best place to throw stones. It’s not lost on me that the closer you get, the more nuance you find. On the ground, you see more ...