As the Holidays approach, I wanted to pen you a light and happy letter about this being the season to be hopeful, to give generously, love openly, and all kinds of sweet nothings. But, the truth is, I'm having a hard time being light and happy. I am nothing if not authentic, so rather than fake my way through a sugar-coated note, I'm gonna just speak from my heart.
In light of recent events; Standing Rock, Aleppo, an uptick in hate based crimes, something in me died. My flame burns a little less bright. I don't say that dramatically, but it is a matter of fact.