This is what it is. This is where we are. It’s not what we expected. But it’s what we’ve been given to work with. Splendid sunsets and war zones. Soft faces and ranting diatribes. A pissed-off teenager with a Twitter account. Mayhem and innovation. Light and rain. Pleasure and pain. We roll out another morning, hunting under sofa cushions for spare change, playing chicken with the gas gauge one more day, deciphering secrets long after the fact. Tough love. Empty nest. Twists…
