New York is Back– Sort Of

While at war there’s never a better time for ice cream, with whipped cream and sprinkles, and a bomb shelter on top. 

I understand now why my dad was always so grateful to see a smile on our faces.

When you hear the boom, there is a split second where you wonder if this is it, if the structure around you will crumple up like a piece of notebook paper and the lights will go out suddenly and forever.

May we have the courage to show up for our people the way we show up for the stranger.