Dear Companions, I’m fortunate that after all this time, people still ask me how I’m doing. My answer fluctuates. At times my accomplishments feel 'light' to describe. But they accumulate. I can’t run a marathon, but I can imagine one now. Life, an instrument with sharp edges, fits inside my brain again.
Very good, welcome back. Would recommend Gordon Wood on early America (also name dropped in ol good will hunting)
So delightful to read you again, Rebecca. You have hope, and that is a start. I wish you healing and strength and renewed energies. 😘❤️