December 28, 2021
The holidays feel somber. The passing of bell hooks and Joan Didion within days of each other have felt like such a tremendous loss, not to me, personally, but to the culture. Holidays feel particularly hard as the pandemic persists — as people refuse to think of themselves as citizens of the world, rather than existing in silos of their own creation.
This is in part the subject of my book, Breaking Free, which I am diligently at work on. (Admittedly, I am exhausted.)
I am very grateful for my cats during this time — bundles of endless joy.
Here's to a brighter '22.