Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 7, 2024
I remember being so happy when the Oklahoma City bombing happened. Finally, something on the news that wasn’t OJ. I’ve been chasing that high ever since.
I remember being so happy when the Oklahoma City bombing happened. Finally, something on the news that wasn’t OJ. I’ve been chasing that high ever since.
There was no thunder, no glowing doorway, no mysterious wind blowing through the apartment, and no choir of angels politely alerting me that physics had submitted its resignation.
The deck simply felt heavier.