Four years of a nightmare are in the rearview mirror. January 20, 2021 was a joyful day for many of us. I laughed, cried, noshed, drank mimosas, wore pearls, reveled in Lady Gaga’s passion, obsessed over our new discovery in poet Amanda Gorman.
And I spent some of the day in unrest.
That’s right. While most of my tribe celebrated, I had lingering moments of dread and fear for the future.