It's Not Just Stuff
Notes (and links) from a city aflame.
Friends and strangers alike keep asking me very pointedly if I’m “really OK,” and I wasn’t sure why, until I remember that people have read my book, and know that we lost our family home to fire when I was little. But this isn’t anything like that. Watching everyone lose their homes this week is like having been run over by a truck 35 years ago and then witnessing thousands of people simultaneously being run over by a much bigger truck. I’m horrified and heartbroken for everyone who is suffering. But being triggered, or scared, or anxious, all of which I am, is nothing compared to the active danger that so many have escaped, and the long roads they have ahead. Anyhow, thank you for asking. We are OK, away from the fires, our house will most likely (I am 98% sure) be fine. I promise.
It is true that this week I was supposed to fly out of town for the funeral of a friend, but instead the entire city exploded, and I needed …
