Where all sides (will) meet
Where America splits
In a long-term memory that’s both extensive and detailed, I have just a palmful of “JFK moments”–the ones in which you remember exactly what you were doing and how everything felt at an historic moment, so well you can instantly, mentally put yourself right back in it.
If America were an individual person, would she find that all of her needs are met?
As the New Year rang in hour by hour across the country, states from east to west welcomed new laws for medicinal and recreational drug use, following the will of voters in November (a majority of them at least).
Come in. Take off your coat. Warm your feet. Have a cup of tea, and stay a while. We’re so glad you’re here.
“Reading widely opens the door to an empathetic and deep understanding of lives, people, traditions, experiences, and histories that aren’t your own.”
Is there any such thing as a bad holiday greeting? We’ve never had holidays quite like these before, and I imagine next year’s will be quite different. I’m hoping there are some negative social aspects we can leave in 2020, or 2019.
If there was ever a year we needed something magical, and aligning, we all know this is the one. And that magical alignment comes tomorrow night.
Five hundred children were brought to our border and began a new life, but not the ones their parents had planned.
America reckons with the most powerful conspiracy theory it’s ever seen. But it’s all been seen before.
It’s the worst the pandemic has ever been, I’m in one of the states with the worst numbers and the most resistance to public health measures, where education isn’t the highest priority even in the best of times, and I just signed up my last remaining virtual learner to return to in-person learning, effective yesterday. And I feel great–and terrified.
