A Place of Healing: Finding the Right Words In an Unright Moment

By Rachel Greenley

I begin my decompression on Thursday afternoons.

By then, the COVID-19 vaccine messages have been written, approved, sent. The NIH grant messages have been written, approved, sent. The Medicaid funding speculation messages have been written, approved, sent. My own writing – my personal projects – have not been written. There is nothing to approve. Nothing to send.

But now it is Thursday afternoon, delicious Thursday afternoon, and I am ready to reclaim my time when...