I was writing to a friend to catch up on our lives. We’re disconnected by thousands of miles and yet linked by enough similarities to feel warmth in our infrequent connections. And I told her of celebrations and big changes and concerns and frustrations and…
And I came up with a surprisingly pithy description of March 2011:
“Happy, happy…happy…joy, joy….oh fuck.”
Do you have a month like that? Or a year like that?