I’m Daring to Feel a Little Hope

It’s late December as I write this, and my neighborhood is completely covered with holiday decorations, displayed in defiance to a pandemic whose death toll continues to spike. The first COVID vaccines are being distributed, and the election is finally behind us. As I write this piece I’m sitting in my kitchen, baking ginger molasses cookies to send to my mother and aunt, since we can’t see each other this Christmas. But still, I...