The Sun Rises: Tia Levings writes on paying attention and finding hope despite the patriarchy

"Snags of hope offer me something to do. I need them."

Every day since January 20, the sun has crested the tree line. Of course, it happened before then, too, only the miracle of another day didn’t used to feel like such a big deal, back when we were used to such miracles as sunrise and democracy. Waking up in search of hope we can hold onto is both a relatively new old feeling, and I forgot I have been her…