I didn’t know three people who died this week. On Thursday, my meditation group mourned a parishioner who was shot by the police. I never met her. They talked about how okay Ms Danner was when she was okay, how you would never know she was ill. Someone held a piece of her knitting, just as the […]
Read More Skeletons Warming ThemselvesOn September 11th, we are supposed to remember. People intimately involved with the events in 2001– people who lost loved ones or were injured or worked on the site– they, of course, don’t have to be prodded to remember. It’s the rest of us I wonder about–why are we remembering, and what are we supposed […]
Read More RemembranceIn March, I went to the computer to subscribe to the New Yorker, and found out one of my students had been shot. He was dead. I was having another one of my seizures of certainty that I could not be an educated person, a writer, a worthwhile human being, without subscribing to the New […]
Read More March to AprilSeveral years ago, I wrote letters and schemed to get my boss fired. It was a Friday afternoon when I got the news that he had been canned. (Please don’t waste any time here worrying about whether he deserved it– everyone was grateful to see him go.) A coworker appeared in my door and delivered […]
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