By Monica Gullotta I want to smile. I promise. It's just hard these days because of the political divide, wars, environmental decline, and the residual effects of COVID-19 lingering on. Then a switch goes off in my brain, I have agency. I can think about something else rather than cascading into a never-ending vortex playing havoc on my mind. But where do I begin? And how do I start? I look at the ceiling. I look at the floor. Waiting patiently, twiddling my thumbs when a spider comes along.
