This isn’t something I learned in 2020, but it’s something I am so grateful to have seen a global reckoning around. I’m glad for the prompting to have the overdue talk with my young son. We still talk about it, and there are days when I just have to repeat the mantra, “Don’t be right, get it right.”

Our entire broken, deeply fucked-up system became unbearable for the majority, finally. All of this is an evil construct to support those who would hoard money and power and oppress the rest of us. I am sad that such an alarmingly high number of people believe in the putrid myths that further divide us and lead them to cast votes for Trump and his ilk globally. They are pawns whose lives mean nothing to these cynically evil people. But, my heart truly aches for bodies passing pain and trauma onto other bodies, and my heart aches for the far, far too many Black Lives taken for simply being Black.

The only way forward is together. Unity through accountability.

“Faith is the only flex.”-my friend Tiffany Golden

My wish is for everyone to find peace, to heal beyond our deep, generational wounds, and to take care of each other. That is the path forward for our survival and for our planet’s survival as well.

The book I think that could put everyone on the path to healing is also the best book I read in 2020. It is filled with insight, hope, a very good history lesson, and optimism despite the sorrow, pain, and gravity of the subject the author, Resmaa Menakem, takes on. I invite you to read or listen to it as soon as you can. I promise you that will give you clarity as well as concrete methods to settle your body and help others to settle their bodies as well.

My Grandmother’s Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies