The thing about bombings and terrorist attacks is that, after a little while, it’s too easy to divorce an atrocity from the monotony of the day. The horror sits heavy on your skin like a too-thick cocoa-butter moisturizer, and it’s hard to let it sink in. But, with enough time and distraction, you get used … Continue reading The day of and those after
"So, now what?" I'll get back to this in a second. I don't think I know yet. It took me a while to stop crying today. It was either grief (sobbing, wailing prayers) or complete despondence. I knew I wasn't alone, because all over my Facebook, my Twitter, my text messages were Pakistanis with black … Continue reading december 16 2014. thoughts.