I had a post all prepared for today, to fit the month's theme.
Then I saw the news last night. The pictures of Boston, the lives lost, the fear and injuries in a city that I love, a city where so many of my friends live. I went to sleep feeling numb.
Then I woke up to the news of the earthquake in Iran.
This is a late post, today, because for a long time, I didn't know what to write about. I didn't even know if I should write about anything at all or if I should just stay silent. In the end, this is what I came up with.
Today, I can't post about writing. Today, this month's theme (when bad things happen to good characters) feels too true-to-life, too painful to write about.
Today, this is all I really want to post, because it's something I've come back to again and again since I first saw it posted on Facebook a few months ago:
There are awful, awful images on the news today.
But there are also so many helpers, in both countries. And today, that's what I'm hanging onto.