Subway Therapy Sessions

 

I'm taking up three seats and putting my feet on the bench. These are big unwritten faux pas (fox paw, Dad used to say). Feet on the floor, squeeze your huge rear into one spot. 

Tonight I don't care. 

This is where I go when I need to clear my head or stew about something. Or talk without kids interrupting and listening. Or just go into manhattan and be reminded that I am a small fish in a huge sea of millions who also have unanswered questions, profound loss and persistent issues. 

 

Tourists get on. They talk too loud and their shoes are too white. 

Anyway. 

I get off the train at Broadway- Lafayette. My head is a little more clear and I think I have the answers I need. Or at least a piece to the puzzle. How do we survive financially from now until residency starts? What more should I be doing? Or less? 

 

All the stations have different themes. Some are really stunning (New York Public Library, Gtand Central) and some are disgusting (Church street where we live). 

 

I want to help. I can't even help myself. I shouldn't stare but my heart hurts for someone who doesn't have a comfy bed and a sweet, curious baby and a loving, supportive, albeit irritating, husband. And two girls who are growing into confident, responsible, generous and hard working young women. My glowing fire, my loaf of bread, my roof's safe shelter overhead. The God who loves me also loves this man and there's got to be something I can do. 

I turn around and find the train going home. 

 



Standing room only this time. I stand by a transvestite and a sign offering sexual help. 
 

Answer to burning question: patience and collaborate with husband. 

Thank you, Subway Therapy. 

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