2020

Well. this year has been a doozy.

2020: The year of the novel Coronavirus (COVID-19) global health pandemic, the year we lost Congressman and civil rights icon John Lewis, U.S. Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, as well as countless Black lives at the hands of the police—Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery, George Floyd, and so many more. 2020: The year we can’t leave our homes, can’t go to school or work in person, can’t go to restaurants or museums or live concerts or host friends and family in our homes. The year of increasingly disastrous wildfires, especially in California. As of September 2020, we have lost more than 200,000 American lives to COVID19, and our current president is still campaigning to audiences who do not wear masks or observe social distancing. It is a hard year to remain optimistic.

And yet: 2020 is the year I gave birth to a healthy baby boy. My son’s joy—and to be frank, his oblivion to all the insanity going on outside our home—has kept me going these past several months. While I have had to take a break from writing fiction and producing Play On Words shows, I am proud of the articles published at San Jose State University’s Washington Square magazine and blog this past year. They include:

Despite the challenges that this year has posed, I am hopeful that we can bring some positive change to our nation—and ultimately the world—come November. Please vote, if not for me, then for my son and daughter.