The days are getting shorter, and I'm bracing myself for
New England's long, cold winter. I'm not the praying type, but I find myself appealing to higher powers for less snow and cold than last year's record breakers. And attempting to stockpile my outdoor running and long walks to build up my immunities to the impending shortage of sunlight.
Despite the seasonal trepidation, I remain, as my dad liked to call himself, a "possibilitist." We have to see the positive possibilities to carry on the pursuit of racial equity in these challenging times.
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