I tried and tried to write about racial justice today, about the agony of George Floyd and Breonna Taylor (and so many others). I tried to write about the importance of the demonstrations, protests and marches sweeping Manchester, sweeping Connecticut, sweeping the United States and the whole world.
In February, my younger son, Gus, went to school at Cheney Tech one day, and was pulled out of class for a cap and gown fitting. “Some ‘fitting’,” he chuckled that night. “I wrote down my own height and weight, and gave them thirty-five dollars.” I wonder if he’ll be getting a refund.
Keep reading the news, and it’s going to happen: a piece of information about the Covid-19 Pandemic will make you anxious or panicky. Maybe it is time to stop reading for today, and go connect with a loved one or pet a cat. Or –try this quick little exercise; it is called the 5-4-3-2-1 Technique.