Dear M —
I am supposed to be writing about World AIDS Day, but all I can think about is you.
Today also happens to be September 11, the 20th anniversary of the attacks. The president and a couple former ones are here to mourn. The blue lights where the towers should be are back on, reaching for the heavens. The names of the dead, all 2,977, are read aloud. “Never forget,” we’re told.
I am supposed
