Ruth Bader Ginsburg, profiled in the New Yorker. Something about that photo of her as a toddler held my eye for a long time… something about the winds of fortune and all that can happen in the arc of a lifetime. You just never know.
“When faced with a decision, choose the path that feeds your soul.”
—Dorothy Mendoza Row
Concert Hall, Takasaki, Japan, 1960s
(Antonin Raymond & L.L. Rado)
Boston's editor talks about the cover:
This city is my home. I live in it because I choose to. My love for it is boundless and, at times, irrational. This staff is filled with people who feel the same way. Our home is hurting right now, and our hope, together, was to produce something that reflects the intensity of affection and pride that all of us here in the region feel for Boston.
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So much love for my home city right now.
I work in the Emergency Department of a major Boston hospital and trauma center. I had so been looking forward to the end of my shift then heading over to Beacon to soak up some sun and festivities, picking up some fro-yo along the way, when I heard the first EMS radio dispatch. Within 10 minutes, waves of stretchers being wheeled in, pools of blood trailing after them, and the smell of burned skin filling the department.
I don’t know what it was — the gruesomeness of some of the injuries I saw, the arbitrariness of who the victims were, the initial barely controlled swarming chaos overtaken by a grimly determined teamwork and professionalism — but I had to slip into a back stairwell for a moment to stop myself from shaking.
I have felt shock, horror, sadness, fury, pride and a sense of wonder at the goodness of humanity course through me in the past 9 hours. I am not at all surprised at the outpouring of kindness and generosity throughout Boston… its people has never lacked for heart. I feel very overwhelmed and right now can only say —
My city ♥