This new normal that we’re tasked with, where people use cars as weapons and our politics continue to deeply enrage some and barely elicits a shrug from others is perplexing at best. It’s hard. It’s hard or all of us, isn’t it? Good grief. These old wounds are so hard to heal.
I went to the beach.
Here’s what we know. We know that the sun will rise and the waves will crash and we’ll keep breathing until we don’t.