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I still wonder how the universe caught two men from Louisiana and sent them into my life around the same time.
The wounded seek out the wounded—that’s how I met Jay Dubois, my comrade in the online therapy group when I was at the lowest point in my life.
Before logging in for the first time, I sat down and meditated for a few minutes to calm my nerves. I felt nauseated—the way I’d felt after seeing Mumma’s body in the morgue. It hit me, all over again, that I was a motherless woman. I called Lakshmi through the intercom in my room and requested her to make me chamomile tea. “Also, please take Athena out for a walk.”
“Wokay didi. Pleasing to go,” she responded in an eager tone and her adorable broken English.
I found out there were twelve of us in the group: three men and nine wo
