At 2:15PM on March 14, 1974, an elderly driver lost control of his vehicle while exiting a parking lot on University Place here in Princeton. It lurched across the road and onto a sidewalk where a three year old girl was standing next to her brother and mother in front of a masonry pillar. The vehicle crushed her into a hideously unrecognizable mass. The entire community was deeply traumatized. Some of us still are. Our daughter who was only nine at the time can still, a half

I have been dumbfounded since Trump’s re-election. (Merriam-Webster Dictionary: “lacking the power of human speech”) For an erstwhile writer, this is profoundly dismaying. But I have literally been unable to conjure any words or images that could grasp and express how I experience this unprecedented calamity that has befallen us all. And with each additional stupefying blow to all that we hold holy, my incapacity to speak about how I feel only deepened. Until yesterday.