Let’s be honest, 2014 was a very hard year. All you need to do to realize this is look at a few Twitter hashtags (#yesallwomen, #blacklivesmatter). Never before in my life have I seen one year packed with so much sorrow and so much beauty. So many people grieving over what has been lost and so many people coming together to reclaim it.
2014 was the year that many gay friends of mine could and did get married. It was also the year that I felt genuine fear for the future of my biracial boys. I suppose this is the way of life, we cycle through sorrow and grief and joy and so much love. And it is perhaps better for us to experience the lows so that we appreciate the highs, but that is very hard to tell mothers whose children have been hurt or killed.
If I am allowed to indulge in a Christmas wish this year, it is for humans to focus their energy on building each other up instead of tearing each other down. For us to come together more as a community instead of ripping each other apart. It’s a very adult Christmas wish, but I still believe in miracles. I still believe in my kids and their future. I still believe in the deep wells of human compassion and the ability to find within us understanding.
May everyone have a wonderful holiday season. Thank you to all my readers for your letters and your love this year. You have kept my head above water more than you could ever know.
All my love,