It’s even more amazing how, contemplating a potentially unfriendly visit (that could or could into be dangerous), I can continue to do dishes, clean the bathroom, make dinner, do laundry – all the things that are the hub of daily life, all the things that are essential to daily life. But are they?
My safety is a very small thing. We are a week from the anniversary of 9/11. I can’t help but think of the safety of our nation, and, as I finish my latest book (The Marketing of Evil, by David Kupelian), the safety of our very way of life.
When I’m feeling unsafe, as I sort of am now, I find it best to go to Mom. She always knows what to say, and she always points me back to her son, who by the way is a great nightlight. She sings great lullabies (to the tune of Ave Maria) and her hugs are soothing to the point of restful sleep.