November 5th, 2020, 7:00 AM.
My eight-month-old son sits on the living room floor, chewing on a stuffed animal, when he suddenly puts it down and starts laughing and clapping. That’s his latest thing: cheering for everyone and everything. You could be the meanest, most miserable soul on the planet and he’d still look you straight in the eyes, grin from ear to ear and give you a big round of applause. Like he’s super proud of you for simply existing. My gaze shifts from his happy face to the morning news, where stories of a bitterly divided nation once more stream across the TV screen; then shifts again to my phone, where my newsfeed teems with two opposing sides hurling the worst kinds of insults at each other, things they could probably never bring themselves to say to another person without the safe anonymity of a keyboard and screen. Some go so far as to say we have no more room in our society for any feel-good sentiment, or that we must throw out all of the truths we’ve learned about our family and friends ove