A few months ago, on a boat picnic while on vacation in Florida, a family anchored next to us; music blared through a bungee-corded speaker attracting attention to two huge flags flying atop their center console: one read, TRUMP 2024, the other, FUCK BIDEN.  As I watched the mother on board offer her smallest child a sip of water, I wondered what she would do if that child didn't fit into our binary world? 

And just like that, it's 2024.  

I love the elder days of December that provide extended periods of quiet contemplation before the birth of the new year brings a front of clean, crisp possibility.  Although a new year can easily lead us into the stalemate states of shoulding ourselves to be thinner...stronger...richer...better....or remaining steadfast in our complacency to what is comfortable and routine, it doesn't have to.