If we titled our issues, I think this one would have to be Triskaidekaphobium, a mangling of triskaidekaphobia – the fear of the number thirteen. We begin our fourth year with our thirteenth issue and a run of terrible things. When I saw the issue number, I had a moment where I thought, “Oh, that explains things. Maybe with it published the chaos will abide.” (Not exactly. My brain speaks in internet and curses like a sailor. We can’t publish the phrasing I used.) It won’t, but I longed for a sign that things might be getting back to normal. In this issue we have death and destruction, but we also have hope and getting through it all. Best of all we have words for everyone, whatever they may need right now, and we are so happy that you are here for us to share them with.