I am angry.  I was taught that anger is a secondary emotion. What is primary? Sadness, helplessness, fear. Grief.  Rage. I was a believer. I believed in the American Dream, as a goal, as a destination. I fought for it, in my way. Some on the street, in demonstrations, but mostly in the therapy room.… Continue reading

I follow these numbers with dread. Why do I follow them? It feels like a duty, an obligation. The only way I know to acknowledge these deaths, of people I have not met, people I have not loved. Funerals I will not attend, and mostly, funerals that will not occur for many months.  Today the… Continue reading