After the shooting two weeks ago, the police found a note inside the gunman’s car. “I don’t have any friends,” he wrote. “I don’t have any family. . .I’ve been an isolated loner my entire life.” He was only nineteen—a recent graduate of Central Visual and Performing...
Anxiety is a difficult thing to shake. It sneaks up on me when the bus headed to camp is ready to go, engine humming, and I realize my wife drove off with my suitcase. It’s there when an administrator takes a seat in my classroom. And it screams at me when my...
