I’m getting sappy in my middle-age. Or maybe, the relentless onslaught of bad news (and mean-spirited reality shows) has finally worn me down. Yesterday, my 9-year old daughter asked, “Why does it seem like everyone wants to hurt each other?” She’d just seen the front page of the newspaper filled with headlines about an assassination, a cop killer and the systematic use of rape against women in second and third world cultures. I had to admit that some days are worse than others.
I’m ready for an inspiring story. I’m ready to cuddle with baby kittens. I’m ready for some feel good.