The constant drama of unhappy or shocking events, and certainly of their totality, might lead us to think that we need equally Technicolor counter-examples to get relief, but I disagree. I think a healthy bread-and-butter mental diet of Ordinary Positive things is the best antidote to crazy-making crises.
For some years I lived in subsidized senior and disabled housing. I loved it. I made two good friends, M and N, who still live there.
When I was organizing large-scale events, I quickly learned that there was a maximum number of things I could remember—still is, for that matter, and of course the number is smaller now.
After 20+ years of living in Chicago, a wonderful city where I want never to live again, DB and I moved to a small dairy farm in south-central Pennsylvania
These little essayettes are about positive moments, and one of the most positive of positive things is being helpful to someone else.
