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The part that goes alone

This post stems from my recent conversations with a few people I know and care about who are having a very hard time of things these days. Each of us have our own mountains to climb, our own monsters under the bed. Mostly, it’s a different battle for all of us. But there’s a common thread. I notice …

A Friend Under Fire

Ed. note: This article was originally published in 2007 at Phillyist, the now-closed website about arts and culture in Philadelphia at which I was an associate editor. I’m republishing it here, lightly revised, for Veteran’s Day. It’s never easy to watch friends depart for dangerous lands, but …