The Summer of Love — and Healing

I cried the first time I hugged a friend on the street. It felt that good.

I’ve been wondering this week about how our kids might be feeling as the culture lurches toward a new relationship with Covid 19. I wonder is it harder to look forward to the future? To trust parents, adults, public figures? I wonder if they are carrying judgments or shame about who wore a mask, hoarded toilet paper, threw a party? I wonder if permanent damage was done to their outlooks or if we’re on the verge of a summer of long hugs, music festivals and forgetting?