anxiety – Words of War

November 6, 2024November 8, 2024

D-Day Plus 1

At my cluttered desk half an hour after sunrise on Nov. 6, I was scrolling through the morning’s dismal news reports when I saw them: Probably 20 Canada geese, in two fluid chevrons flying around the Middlesex Corporate Center on Broad Street and then past my third-floor windows and over my building.

I can’t imagine how much energy they must put into keeping their nine- or ten-pound bodies aloft. But that’s what they do, even the day after an election. Seems like there might be a lesson in that.

May 19, 2018May 20, 2018

Hail and Farewell

I thought each call would be easier than the previous, but it’s just the opposite. Perhaps my numbness is fading, and my grief is sinking in. Or perhaps I’m just tiring of sharing with others the reality that my mother has died — tiring of sharing the circumstances and the details of how we’re all reacting, what we’re planning, how we feel.

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