It’s been one hell of a year.

I want to end it by starting this space. Something new. Something uncensored.

I’m a columnist for a rural paper in Ohio, an author who published her book in a pandemic summer, and a frustrated poet.

I’m glad you’re here. But don’t come back if you can’t handle words that tip you a little off balance.

See you 2020, let’s do something new.

Here are eight pieces I’m particularly proud to have written in 2020:

It’s only a virus, they said

Taking a knee for an injured world

Inconvenience in the time of pandemic

10 Commandments for tackling racism

Redifining the word ‘freedom’

Spiraling down the conspiratorial rabbit hole

A distraction to what ails us is never the cure

Faith over fear is nothing if we’re not wise