For my birthday yesterday, my son shattered a glass jug of chocolate milk, spraying the sticky, spiky, dangerous mess all over our garage. As I spent the next hour helping him clean it up, I was struck by how appropriately this moment summed up the whole year. It feels like 2016 has been the Superfund site of calendar years, with one toxic mess following another across the national stage as well as my family's life. But when you start your year like this...
|Ski crash 2-for-1: torn ligaments in BOTH knees!|
"Worst. Year. Ever?"
|"You provide the meme, I'll provide the perspective."|