Ugh I remember reading this back when it published (think it won the Pulitzer that year) and now that I have kids I probably think about it every time I’m getting out of the car. “Are my kids back there?” Maybe that’s a good thing.

I can’t even fathom the horror in that moment recognizing what has happened, when it really sets in before the brain kicks into trauma mode.

Hard for me to imagine prison doing any good in these cases, but also understand the risk of neglect or even malice disguised as forgetfulness being unpunished.

Tough one.