By Dara Levan
I used to think strength and courage meant stifling our tears. I now know we can be brave while bawling until barely able to breathe. 2021 taught me that. Again and again.
There’s a question that reverberates at all hours. It nudges me awake. I hear its echo, faint at first, and louder in recent weeks. During the day. In the middle of the night. It has zero regard for time zones.
Where were you this time last year?