My Neighbor Spread Rumors That My Son Was Rude and Ill-Mannered — I Refused to Stay Silent and Put Her in Her Place
When my ten-year-old son, Tommy, came home one afternoon with red-rimmed eyes and slumped shoulders, I knew something was wrong. Normally, he burst through the front door after school, backpack swinging, shouting excitedly about the games he and his best friend, Andy, had played. That day, though, he barely looked at me and muttered a…