It’s been a serious week with some deep and revealing discussions, so I thought I would tell a funny story and give all of us a break. It’s a true story, but the details have been changed to protect the innocent, as they say on television.
Some years back I was working with a group of academics researching childhood depression, especially after divorce. We had a set number of questions to ask elementary school children. I was working with a darling little girl, very dainty but sure of herself. She sat up straight and reflected seriously on each question before she answered with complete candor and amazing composure.
I asked about school, friendships, then moved into the realm of physical sensations and health. I asked carefully constructed questions about sleep patterns, night fears, all that fun stuff. Answer after answer, my little darling was cool, calm, collected and seemingly very…
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