So we survived the night. The mad hordes banging on the steel shutters disturbed our sleep not at all. This morning we looked out at the devastation and counted ourselves among the fortunate survivors, nevertheless aware that this year—this year—is the one to fear most…
I never make resolutions and usually I don’t even make plans. Over the last many years I’ve found that all I accomplish is an increase in guilt when I fail to live up to my promises to myself. I have enough self-deprecation already, I don’t need to make an annual celebration out of it.…