The Future Used to Be So Bright
Finding hope in the midst of despair
I wept twice on New Year’s Eve. I wept for the future — not for myself — I have lived a good long life. I cried for my daughter, Lucia, and her friends. They are juniors in high school, at an important crossroads in their lives. They are preparing for what is next; for what will come when they leave home in a little over a year.