Love thy neighbor as thyself

When I was a little girl, my mother would tuck me into bed every night, lean down and kiss my cheek, then whisper, “Sweet dreams and chocolate creams. See you in the morning.”

If I looked sad, she would ask what’s wrong. My answer: I don’t have anything to look forward to. But then she would answer with a smile and come up with something positive.

Now it’s January 2022. The winds are howling, the virus is raging, food and gas prices are soaring, racial injustices are still rampant. Politics is driving a wedge between neighbors.