Lost in America
"Are you okay?" The usually tranquil eyes are chaotic. "Are you okay?" No Good Morning, nothing. Her voice is earnest, startling. Her eyes urgent, fixed on mine. My eyes waver, and land on her glossy lips, they compliment her red sweater. Heavy women usually wear dark colors to the office. She never does. She flaunts her colorful busty body on a daily basis. The entirety of her attention is focused on determining my state of mind. "Is your family okay, honey? Are you okay?" She's Mama Bear and I'm the cub. Three thoughts float through my mind: Sometimes we have uncomfortable feelings and we project them onto others. I’ve been told many times, that I wear my heart on my sleeve, so I am used to occasional inquiry from coworkers whose misery finds company. My heart aches for the people of Haiti; have I internalized and projected my anguish to this extent, to elicit such compassion? Mama Bear senses some confusion. "You are fr...