I think it’s a mistake to ever look for hope outside of one’s self.
Ideology, politics and journalism, which luxuriate in failure, are impotent in the face of hope and joy.
It’s time to get real, folks. Hope and change ain’t working. Hope and change is not a solution. Hope and change is not a job.
Most of me was glad when my mother died. She was a handful, but not in a cute, festive way. More in a life-threatening way, that had caused me a long time ago to give up all hope of ever feeling good about having had her as a mother.