A pandemic with no end in sight. Riots in the streets. Families and friendships torn apart by rank political partisanship. The dumbest presidential election in, like, forever (which is really saying something). Steven Spielberg remaking West Side Story, for God’s sake.
It’s enough to drive one to drink.
Until you realize that there is hope. Someone whose mere countenance is capable of calming inflamed passions; whose words alone can heal the sick (and, let’s be honest, probably cast out demons); whose humility and grace are a model to us all.
Someone who can gather the dispossessed and disconsolate around her, look 2020 in the eye, and tell it to f*** right off.
Praise be to Dolly. May she never leave us.