It was supposed to be a year of recovery. But then it wasn’t. But then it was. But then it wasn’t. But then it was. The cycle keeps going and going, but it returned where it began.

Community, I kept saying. Surprise, I thought, that I could return to the life that I wanted. Belonging, hope, future.

There were the years 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023, 2024.

January

Cleaning out the insurrectionists

February

Am I okay? You’re okay. Am I really okay? You’re totally okay.

March

I didn’t think that I would make it, but then I did

April

I had to give back, and others did too

May

Let’s take a walk up this hill

June

F ICE, no kings

July

She never wanted me around, but I will always pay my respects

August

He woke up and wanted to watch South Park

September

Time just for me to find myself, but what I found was community

October

Is there a…SUCCESS

November

Best book of the year

December

He actually is an artist