Spring cleaning

The first year it sleeps, the second year it creeps, the third year...

So clearly I have not been dying to be on Substack for some weeks now. Composing my thoughts and setting them down amid so much chaos and turmoil, so much suffering both intended and unintended, so many assaults on fundamental values—I ‘m just not someone who does that well, and I sincerely hope in the interim you’ve found voices that spoke to you and…