The Brood: Detachment or Despair? A Meditation on Election Day

by Holly Mohr “We are heading toward climate hell, even as we continue to keep our foot on the accelerator,” the NPR reporter flatly intoned, just as I headed into the Armstrong Tunnel, a space that heightens my anxiety even on a normal day. I’d been taking a break from NPR for several weeks, maybeContinue reading “The Brood: Detachment or Despair? A Meditation on Election Day”

The Brood: In the Throes of It

by Holly Mohr I’m having a hard time getting in Brood mood today, which is kind of a funny thing. Our series is predicated on digging into sometimes-uncomfortable territory, but today (for about a week and a half, really), I have just been far too emotionally uncomfortable to talk to you about being emotionally uncomfortable.Continue reading “The Brood: In the Throes of It”

The Brood: Hoping Against Hope

by Holly Mohr For the past two or three weeks, I’ve found myself crying during yoga. Pretty much every time I go in my room, close the door, and let my guard down, I start to feel the things I’ve been putting off for the past year.             When I came home from burying myContinue reading “The Brood: Hoping Against Hope”