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.

Over the years, my community has shifted again, evolving as I have.

We’ve been taught that love is soft, passive, gentle.

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