When Your Personal Trauma Rears its Ugly Head
Babel is not a horror movie but it hits way too close to home
My daughter disappeared when she was 18 months old.
It was an autumn in Saturday. We took the kids—both of whom were still in the “I can’t control my bodily functions” phase—to Crossroads Village & Huckleberry Railroad, a quant, turn-of-the-century village where you can ride locomotives and eat candied almonds.
The big draw was Thomas t…