2022. the year in love…

I loved my children. I loved Black people. I loved the way we came together, laughed and joked, and held each other through our deepest, most powerful grief. I loved a dog. I loved another dog. I loved all the dogs. The way the lay their paws on my hands and look into my eyes and find the words without finding the words to say “Touch me. You need me. With me you are not alone.”

I loved a person. I loved them in ways I cannot fully remember now because I am currently feeling hurt by them. I loved them because they believed in the same world that I believed in and seemed to want to make it alongside me. I loved…