Andrew J. Lederer

but yesterday, after writing about remembering things properly (and before the allergies required stupefying medication), I was walking through the sunny, Spring-colored, tree-dappled edge of the government office section of Manhattan, when suddenly, the other side of an issue that's been disturbing me for days became clear to me.

All of a sudden, I could see how and why someone could see things or feel differently about something than me.

It didn't fix things; didn't change the actual circumstances of my life at all.

. . . But I felt better.