My husband brings me roses every Valentine’s Day, which I love for more than one reason—along with the sentiment and that I adore flowers, it speaks to the lack of tradition I had growing up and feeds my need for the sweetness of security.
But this year I’m asking him for something in place of flowers—sharing our love and happiness. I gathered a list of books and games needed by The Home for Little Wanderer’s Roxbury House. There are many in need (and sometimes I think I, like you, can suffer from compassion fatigue)—plus, during this season of political fear, many of us are giving everything we can to groups that protect our rights. But I worry about forgetting the most forgotten.