CRYING
“When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.” ― William Shakespeare, King Lear Full disclosure: I am a Facebook crier. Lately any video of returning military men and women surprising their children have turned me into a tectonic plate of quivering, emotional gelatin. The moment of recognition, when those Keane-sized, waif eyes suddenly detect who they are seeing guts me. But what really sends me over the edge is that powerful, magnetic pull sprint into those waiting for mommy and daddy arms where the kids burrow and nest and weep with joy, as if the power of love will keep their returned heroes forever planted like the Giving Tree that they are. In that scenario, I’m both parties. I’m the abandoned child, standing on a ship’s dock or at the arrival gate of an airport terminal, holding a bouquet of fresh bought roses, scanning for the faces of my mom or dad amongst the high-speed blur of facele...