The End
I cannot live in this space forever. I have to find a way to put the fear and the anger and the grey cloud back in the box at the back of my brain, the one so rudely wrenched open Monday night by another fool with a gun. I found myself telling the story of That Day to two acquaintances at the gym today. I can't remember the last time that happened. We were all outraged. It was strangely comforting to share; I forgot what it was like to be at the center of Tucson Love. I've been traveling under the radar, ever since Little Cuter told me that she was doing the same. It's harder for me now that I have a distinguishing physical characteristic (aka my limp), but unless I'm pressed for details I talk about a seriously unfortunate incident and leave it at that. As my heart is mending, once again, my body is improving. Structural Integration has reconfigured my body's relationship to gravity (at least that's what she says is happening). ...