We hiked to Glymur, Iceland’s tallest waterfall, and about halfway up I stripped down to my sports bra, laughing at the irony of hot flashes in the land of ice. And then, without warning, I was in tears.

Yesterday morning, a school in Minneapolis joined the long list of American places marked by gunfire. Children. Teachers. Parents.

As I got older, food became even less about fuel or nourishment and even more about coping.

She is here. And She is asking each of us to rise.