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The Coffee Date

 


I’m struggling with the cruelty in the world right now. To be honest, it makes it very hard for me to write. I have ideas for stories but a strong sense of “what’s the use” clouds my brain. 

Oddly enough, I was in the same place a year ago: crushed by the accumulated weight of fear and hopelessness. And yet…

 A Glimmer, Village Green/Town², 8/13/2026

In a time of hate
Love is an act of resistance
In a time of fear
Faith is an act of resistance 
In a time of misinformation
Education is an act of resistance 
In a time of poor leadership
Community is an act of resistance
In a time like this
Joy is an act of resistance
Resist. Resist. Resist.

- - Loryn Brantz 


Yesterday morning I sat outside of Roggenart having an iced coffee date with a dear friend and for a moment the world felt benevolent. The sky was clear and there was a gentle breeze. She gave me a book recommendation and I told her about a BBC radio show I’ve recently discovered. 

There were delightful pastries involved, of course. 

For that hour or so we might have been on vacation at some resort location, rather than doing the Columbia/HoCo thing of eating while looking at one’s car. It’s funny that something so simple could feel so deeply transformative. I’m not sure if I came away feeling like a whole new person or with the reminder of the whole person I really am. 

How easy it is to lose oneself in a world of fear.

In a time like this
Joy is an act of resistance 


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