Once, while helping my then-four-year-old nephew clean his room, we came upon a framed photo under the clutter.

"That's my dad," he said (his parents having separated). "I look at that sometimes when I want to cry." He took a moment with it, then placed it on a bedside shelf and went back to cleaning.

I think about that day sometimes when I read the news.

"That's my world," I think. "I check in on it sometimes when I want to cry."

Then I put it back on its shelf and carry on. #BackToWork