For the first time in a year, I am sitting in a coffee house. Great social distancing, a "garage door" open for tons of airflow--it is safe. My goal? To not cry! Prior to this year, I have written in coffee houses perhaps two days a week or so since I was a teenager. I feel joyful, but wistful--it has been a long year for all of us. It has been a long year for me. This feel like something of a new beginning in a year of many, many losses. I am going to work on one of my books, and I might even cry a bit--that is just going to have to be ok!
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