It was in 2003, right after the U.S. invaded Iraq. A student came up to me after class to tell me how much better she felt.
“Both of my boys were deployed,” she said sadly with a sigh. “And this class was exactly what I needed.”
“That must be really hard as a mom. . .” I responded and before I could stop myself the words tumbled out of my enormous mouth, “especially for such a pointless war.”
