I’m scared. Again. Still. I’m tempted to just hide out here in comfort with the wood stove, the shows to binge-watch, my job, my music. But I have to be proactive, and I invite you to join me.
As we crested a hill and began to seemingly walk off the edge of the world, our boss looked back. “This next .6 miles – I don’t think you’re going to like it,” she said.
The driving session was the following morning. I learned how to turn on the master switch, and then hauled myself up into the driver’s seat. I adjusted it as far forward as it could go, although even then my feet barely reached the pedals. My crew chief sat in the passenger seat, calmly explaining how to move from park to drive to reverse as I suppressed a nervous giggle.
Finally, I forgot to be afraid. My body in the water needed my attention as seaweed tugged at my limbs and salt sprayed my eyes. When we made it back to the beach, I was tired and chilled, too tired to be afraid anymore.
Hello from North Haven. The news yesterday of bomb threats called in, once again, to more than 30 East Coast Jewish organizations sank my heart a little further down in my chest. It’s been dropping slowly since early November, bobbing back up with hopeful tidbits of effective community action, dropping again with every rock thrown […]
