Becoming Aleppo

Every time I’ve fretted about something, Dr. Husband has reminded me that “at least we’re not in Aleppo”.  It usually shocks me out of a silly mood. Because of course. We’ve had little to complain about.

And now. Many neighborhoods and communities around us in America are much worse off. Needing food & water. With no safety nets at all.

Although we still don’t live in Syria with bombs going off. Can maybe look at those suddenly smart-seeming burqa-wearing women and think. Hmmm. How the world has changed.