Around his fourth birthday, a boy I was fostering began drawing what he called “ghost families.” He couldn’t quite draw people, but he could draw something that resembled ghosts, and they were darling. Once he landed on his artistic specialty, he lingered there for a while—that is to say, the stacks of colored…
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