Here it is, four weeks into the new year, and my first column of 2020. Hopefully this will be the last sad one for a while, but there’s no ignoring the elephant in the room.
I was quite happy to see 2019 go. It was a year of turmoil, sadness and confusion, and I imagine I looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights through most of it. But we are still standing, although with heavy weariness and many scars.
My word for 2019 was “restore,” which is better I suppose than 2018’s “survive.”