Tuesday Slice: Back at the keyboard

 

I haven't written for weeks, unless you count my gratitude journal.  A decades-old habit, I dutifully make my list almost every night, filling in the blanks when I skip a day or two.  Being grateful helps me sleep better, reminds me of the privilege of food, shelter, indoor plumbing, the blessings of health and family.

I haven't written for weeks, because what else can be said about weapons of war unleashed in places of learning and prayer?

I haven't written for weeks, because what else can be said about my rights, my daughter's rights, every woman's rights to our own bodies?  What else can be said about medical confidentiality?

I haven't written for weeks, because what else can be said about the seditious acts of January 6th?  The committee has laid it out clear as day...but will there be justice?

I haven't written for weeks, because what else can be said about climate change, as fires burn just miles up the road, endangering friends' homes?

I haven't written for weeks, because what else can be said about extremists infiltrating our school systems with false accusations that garner airtime and push educators out of classrooms?

I haven't written for weeks, because every idea that surfaced in my brain seemed trite by comparison to the news, the worrisome events that directly impact me, my family and my livelihood.  My school year starts in six days...may there be more good news than bad when I return.