This shit is real

Dear President Biden, I’m not sure what exactly tipped my brain over into that space where it’s acting like a tongue that can’t leave a rough tooth alone, but just now the phrase “existential dread” landed like a lead balloon and won’t leave me alone. Actually, I doubt it was any one thing having just …

Chasing the pain

Dear President Biden, Laura had surgery on her right shoulder Friday. When the surgeon called me after the procedure to update me he said that when he got in there he could see why she’d been in so much pain. Laura opted for a nerve block (in addition to the general anesthesia, of course), which …

Here we are

Dear President Biden, I’m not sure I can muster even a decent haiku under the current circumstances, but here goes: Inside my cocoonI feel safe. And powerless.But out is scary. Indeed. The sky is blue, the wind is calm, the traffic is quiet this morning but we are a world of mounting, creeping, lurching, hurtling …