Until Then, Just Know, We Miss You...

Hi!


This week has been filled with things to be thankful for.

Time spent with grandbabies, mine, and those of others. Time spent in the absolute splendor that nature provides. Finding my novel on the "picks of the month" shelf in a mall bookstore. Having the opportunity to read my stories to some enthusiastic, fantastic munchkins. Working in a business we have built from the ground up. Getting to do all of these things, and doing them with the best partner in crime anyone could ask for by my side.


This week has also been filled with its fair share of crazy.


What the people who are living in these horrible fire zones are going through, is crazy. The fact that news outlets are finding it necessary to band together to fight for the survival of their first amendments rights, is all kinds of crazy. The idea that any one nation needs to manufacture some delusion of power by creating a "Space Force" explores some absurd, frontier of crazy where no man has gone before.


It's like certain people exist in some sort of alternate realm, one in which facts are all-of-a-sudden relative, and, like beauty, are subject to the "eye of the beholder"?! One in which the non-existence of a recording of a President of the United States using the N-word can't be guaranteed by his staff. One in which 500 children are still in the wind at the hand of said president, and all he can find to talk about is how he has the capability to punish people for verbalizing their distaste in his actions. One in which investigating evidence of interference into their electoral process is somehow a personal insult to the guy who sits in the White House.



Yes, this week has seen its share of crazy, and what is even crazier is that it's likely to get a lot crazier before the dust settles.


As we, the rest of the world, deal each day with our own national imperfections, of which there are plenty, we can't help but wonder what our friend, the United States will be like on the other side of this.



Until then, just know, we miss you.




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May you find a way to weather the storm, heal from the hurt, live with the scars left behind.
May you, once again, find your smile, rediscover what binds you, find that visions, though different, can align.

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