It is good to have these few days at the end of an old year and beginning of a new one to reflect on what has been and wonder at what will come.
In my personal life, I gained a second disease, COPD, and just kept going anyway even though all the statistics say I should be dead of pancreatic cancer by now.
Obviously, I am not and am living in golden time – way past my life expectancy. I am grateful beyond measure.
Outside my personal milieu, there are only two stories that matter: Climate change and what fresh hell Trump will inflict upon us next. I think a lot about the immigrants, refugees and asylum seekers – especially the children snatched from those parents and scattered around the 50 states.
The Trump administration kept poor records and some of those families will never be reunited. America, the United States of America, made this happen and I am ashamed.
The big thing about a brand new year is that we have a clean slate upon which to imagine how we can collectively make things better. Maybe we're only dreaming but every great thing I ever heard of began with a dream.
As has been so in years past, I am deeply fortunately to have the best group of readers any blogger could wish for. You are here every day – smart, caring, thoughtful, compassionate, funny, and you say the nicest things.
As this new year makes it way through the universe, may every one of us have enough.
[This post will stay up through tomorrow and we will return with a new post as usual on Friday.]
Now, tell us about your 2019 and your dreams for 2020.