Our sweet baby boy is having surgery on Monday. Tonight he had his last bath with four legs. If it weren’t for all hell breaking loose in the world, I’d be crying but my emotional faucet is shut off until further notice. Dissociating is my survival superpower. There’s no such thing as down time or rest days for most of us right now. I’ll tackle inequality soon, stay tuned. The center of my solace is now and always has been, trusting in divine love; the stuff beach sand, tears, hope and Providence are made of. I never wanted to love anyone or anything ever again after my divorce but it turns out I’m incapable of immunity to my own humanity. Survival is an exhausting insult. I pray, from the bottom of my soul, for life. xo