I think of the children who will never know, intuitively, that a flower is a plant’s way of making love, or what silence sounds like, or that trees breathe out what we breathe in.
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April Wilder’s fiction has appeared in McSweeney’s, Southwest Review, and PRISM International. She’s currently working on a novel called I Think about You All the Time, Starting Tomorrow. She has recently moved to Salt Lake City, Utah, where the people are so nice she’s not sure she trusts them. By way of warning, a co-worker pulled her aside and said, “Listen, people are just nice here. You’d better get used to it.”
When my sister Fawn told me she’d decided to adopt a little girl, I was skeptical. The girl’s name was Sam, and she lived in a group home run by — according to Fawn — gang members, illiterates, and pervs. Fawn had a master’s in social work and had been working with lost youth for years.