That polarization, coupled with the social isolation required to fight this pandemic, has left us feeling more alone than ever.
When I was in my late teens, I sat in the back of a taxi zipping through the busyness and bustle of Manhattan.
I looked out the window and saw a woman on her phone in a flood of tears.
This, I realize, is the danger of siloed living — where moments sad, scary or sacrosanct are all lived out alone.
In being invited to share our pain, together we take the first steps toward healing.
Manhattan, New York