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So here's the thing.
2016 and 2017 and 2018 were bad in my life.
Really really bad.
I didn't survive 2016, and 17 and 18 were harder.
2019 started to feel like traction and 2020 handed us the keys to a new beginning just before the work lights went on.
2016 and 2017 and 2018 were bad in my life.
Really really bad.
I didn't survive 2016, and 17 and 18 were harder.
2019 started to feel like traction and 2020 handed us the keys to a new beginning just before the work lights went on.
2020 wasn't the nightmare for me that it was for many. My job could be done mostly remotely and they were careful in person. My wife and I could adapt to minimal contact and that stupid state hated us anyway so...
The rage and sadness were overwhelming... But not new.
The rage and sadness were overwhelming... But not new.
But mostly... Y'all... I love your kids. I love your dogs, your cats, your shaggy sourdough and your rapidly improving sewing. I love your urgent reviews of 50 year old books and proudly endofplaying plays that are legally homeless...
I love the absolute abandon that you threw into pushing hope and love and oatmeal hacks at the world. The language of care you used with each other and the shield wall you formed around those with losses.
It was a year of learning new citizenship and new relationship and lord above did y'all throw your shoulder into it.
I don't need more hope.
I can see you all.
We just need more time and contact to spread that to those who can't feel it yet or who are too broken to see it yet.
I don't need more hope.
I can see you all.
We just need more time and contact to spread that to those who can't feel it yet or who are too broken to see it yet.
My best moment this year was in the visitor's room of a prison.
A staff member heard one of the Redeeming Time circle's monologue about his momma's banana pudding and locked on it.
A staff member heard one of the Redeeming Time circle's monologue about his momma's banana pudding and locked on it.
The morning of the show she and her husband woke at 4am and made homemade banana pudding for the family presentation of their monologues.
After the performance we ate that homemade banana pudding with family and friends in the greyest room possible (no matter the actual physical color).
And it was magic.
Some times freedom tastes a lot like banana pudding.
That was March 9th.
The prisons closed on 3/11.
And it was magic.
Some times freedom tastes a lot like banana pudding.
That was March 9th.
The prisons closed on 3/11.
The calendar flips tonight and we're still here.
Those who oppose the future we want are still here.
Keep pushing the love and the hope and fighting for the future you want. Fill the world with joy and art and goofyness in the cracks between the push for justice and equity.
Those who oppose the future we want are still here.
Keep pushing the love and the hope and fighting for the future you want. Fill the world with joy and art and goofyness in the cracks between the push for justice and equity.
There is more than fear and death.
You show it everyday.
You are the hope.
And when it's all too much we'll find some banana pudding.
You show it everyday.
You are the hope.
And when it's all too much we'll find some banana pudding.
