
I started writing this the day of the bombing, but it took several days and the subsequent events to make sense of it all and sort my thoughts out. Someone I care about very deeply was near the attacks, and I spent most of Monday afternoon in a state of anxiety and fear. Though I knew she wasn’t hurt in the explosions, no one knew if there were more bombs around the city or more attacks to come. As far as I was aware, it was chaos. The police had ordered evacuations and the subway had been shut down. Cell phone service had reportedly been cut off and people ordered to not gather in groups. She left her office in the evacuated zone at 4pm and wasn’t home until after 8.
Only a while later did I even begin to calm down. I didn’t feel remotely okay until Wednesday. The whole time I felt confused and anxious. But more than anything I felt powerless; a loved one’s safety was threatened and there was nothing I could do about it. I was angry. Continue reading





Remember the smoldering conflict I described as a low-intensity civil war back in March? Well, other people are 
