I'm "good in a crisis." I cry when it's over. When I've got no control and nothing constructive to do. Long after others have had their cries. Then, quietly, even inappropriately, when there's no rhyme or reason in it, the floodgates open.

Less and less, though, as I grow older. Sometimes, I feel as if I'm all cried out. As if the well of tears has dried up. And I feel a little like Hanna, but also think that maybe crying is overrated.