The last few months of 2023 were rather a shitstorm, both personally in terms of my health and in terms of world affairs. The October 7 Hamas attack and the devastation in Gaza that followed has been heartbreaking. Explaining it and discussing it with my idealistic and hopeful 8th grade history students has been extraordinarily hard. My own reserves are spent thanks to my deteriorating hip and the ways in which I am disabled by it. As a woman who thrives on her independence, I have not handled the waiting with any kind of patience or dignity. Even as I understand that anger will not help, I yield to my fury more than I should. When I found this lovely tag among my Christmas wrapping collection, it spoke to me on so many levels.
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