Dear Friday the 13th: Shove off, and take your black cats, unlucky ladders, and broken mirrors with you. After one of the worst years in history, we give the eye roll to your evil eyes, the cold shoulder to spilled salt. We’ve endured wildfires, hurricanes, earthquakes, pestilence and pandemic, armed white supremacists, shootings and lootings, lonely deaths and deserted funerals, RBG RIP, Russian bots, bleach drinkers and bad losers, binge liars and virus deniers, fearmongers and mask refusers, toilet paper panics, and 666 Pennsylvania Avenue. And we’re still standing. Shaky, but strong. Sad, but stubborn. See you next year, Friday the 13th—but bring your A-game if you hope to compete with 2020. XOXO Nikki
