Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about grief and dealing with it. Big grief, little grief, middle-sized grief. I started thinking about it as I felt an impending case of little grief.
Back when I was studying math in grad school, we had a graduate student lounge with windows on three sides facing east, south and west. The east window looked out over the arts quad and onto the grad student ping-pong table. North were bookshelves and bulletin boards for various interdepartmental communication, with one example being a three-ring binder called “The Math Department Problem Book.” ...