night, anxiety & handling emotions

seeking comfort, I write to you from the land of sandwich...

Dear Ones,

I woke at 4:23 to hard rain and wind, the pale glow of the streetlight. I couldn’t return to sleep. My mind was aswirl with anxiety and woe— a certain politician’s voice on the radio before bed, a voice that frightens me and will dominate for months (years?) to come. Also, my adult child recently told me about a cruel thing done to him at a s…