Those are considered the first four stages of grief.
I have two liberal female friends, both excellent artists – one in theater, one in visual arts – who have for nine months been appalled, aggrieved, furious, at the election of Donald Trump. I never bring up politics with them because they are good-hearted people and I don’t like to argue.
Friday one called to talk about her theater season, but she soon veered into telling me how difficult it has been for her to direct her plays lately, it’s like she has a mental block; she’s tired and depressed. She described a scene in one of her plays that takes place in a jungle, then asked, in a tiny, pleading, worn voice, how can anyone deny that there’s global … Continue reading →