Poetry: The Hill We Climb by Amanda Gorman
When day comes we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
The loss we carry, a sea we must wade. We’ve braved the belly of the beast. We’ve learned
that quiet isn’t always peace. In the norms and notions of what just is isn’t always justice.
Song In My Head: What Light by Wilco
Quote: “I am not imposed upon by fine words; I can see what actions mean.” – George Eliot
Recipe: Chocolate Pudding Pie
Anywhere But Here: Mount Lafayette, NH