Posted on


Tonight on the streets of Kensington, more people, more moon than usual.  Today, in the doctor’s office in Bay Ridge, reading one of the only remaining magazines, Parenting, readers sent in sweetnesses they’d heard — Mother: goodnight, son.  Son: goodnight, moon.  Goodnight, Leiby.  Rest in peace, beautiful boy.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s