When there were no packages on my stoop yesterday, I started to worry.
Since we have been staying at home with school closed for over 10 weeks, I have been measuring our level of hope for college to reopen in the fall by the number of boxes that get delivered to our house each day.
It’s sad but true that the amount of cardboard on my property has a direct correlation to our ability to look ahead to the future – and a lack of deliveries adds to my perseverating about what should have been an amazing last few months of school for my daughter, who is a high school senior. I can get through this, and so will she, but boxes with smiles on them sure do help.
We are very lucky but we need hope for the future
We are very fortunate to have our health, jobs, and food on the table which I know is much more than…