There is a way this holiday season has been rocking me between the tough and the tender — I wish more of the holidays let there be room for this sea-sicking, this way I think so many of us sway from one to another — so, if you will indulge me, please read this letter as a rocking to and fro (which is to say, read 1. and then scroll down to read 1. again).
And, may you always know that we are here, in this place, together. What a gift, isn’t it?