After spending 48 hours in Vermont thunderstorms, I’ve recognized yet another corny metaphor for my emotional condition. As I lay curled into a tight ball around my pillow in my dismal motel room, wracked by full-blown terror (of my plans, of my brain), I noticed the similarities to the weather as its ferocity mounted, abated, and blasted in again. The weather has the advantage of not feeling all that stuff; I have the advantage of […]
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