My neck muscles are perpetually tense. Ropy and taught, they often remind me of guitar strings hiding just below the surface of my skin. This tension, I have learned, is how I carry my sadness, how I carry my grief. Most of the time, I can massage out these knots or do a couple of slow head rolls and be on my way. But what about the source of my tension? Sadness is a topic that doesn’t get the conversational weight it deserves. Anger, especially these days, functions as a cal