Thank heavens that last Saturday, I had a Christmas party to attend where real families and happy children celebrated each other’s company.
It was a moment free of violence, worry and fear, and felt like a breath of fresh air, a moment of the real, and an escape from a weekend of saturation news coverage of a national tragedy. I am thankful for that.
A week or so ago, it seemed like you couldn’t escape all the silliness over the December 21, 2012, end-of-the-world prophecies. Then, real madness happened.