Don't wear fear

Lately, I have been trying on anger for size. It is hot, the color of fire. It burns away some of the pain underneath, melting frozen rivers of grief.

I don’t know why, but I started thinking about the iconic movie, Harold and Maude. The story of an unlikely friendship between a young, depressive twenty-something obsessed with death, and a much older, playful, spirited woman captivated by life.

Quite the pairing.

Maude with her whimsical dresses and skirts and bright lipstick. Harold dressed to the hil…