Shaming or Sharing
“How are you?” she asked with sweet sincerity. Should I say? Should I be truthful? I pause ever so slightly. “I’m good.” I pause again. “Really good,” I say, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. This year caring inquiries have come from cousins across the country and Facebook friends not seen for years. An extrovert, I’ve lived long enough to amass an abundant army of people who want to know how I’m doing because they care. Sometimes I don’t want to share. I hesitate to tell them that this has been one of the best years of my life. Who wants to hear that? Who wants to hear my happiness when they are anxious
