Hard not to feel the sting of separation this holiday locked away from our families and friends. Usually I’d put out my grandmother’s cut glass olive dish, a tablecloth I stole from Mom and fill GG’s vintage Bacardi trifle dish to make them feel closer. But all of it, like ourselves, is locked away for another time.

Because that's what happens in 2020. You scramble your way to a comfortable seat amongst the slippery rocks, the tide shifts, and you're left treading water and looking for land once again.