- Last updated 11/16/12 by Cynthia Mosher

Some precious people in my life are in extreme pain right now. Three friends are sorting through the natural disaster that breaking up brings on. And after a traumatic and poignantly one-in-a-million accident, one of my beloveds is literally patching together a new body and life. I cry with them in cafes and on the phone. I write letters I know they’re too weary to respond to. I think about them throughout every day. I ache, actively. Concerned. But I do not worry for them. Can’t do it. Won’t do it. Refuse to. Not because I trust in an benevolent universe to... read more

