Dear Diary, I’m sorry my life has been so uneventful this past year. I had no television interviews, victories over implacable enemies, blue-ribbon prizes, or red-letter days to report.
Dear 2020, Like everyone else on the planet, I can’t wait to see the back of you. But in the midst of sorrow, fear, and loneliness, there were some bright spots. You were the year I stopped wearing a bra, stopped running pointless errands, stopped buying grown-up clothes.
