Editor’s Letter

• Publication year: 2020
• Pages: 0005
• Citation: Vol. 26 No. 3 Pg. 0005

EDITOR’S LETTER No. Vol. 26 No. 3 Pg. 5 Georgia Bar Journal December, 2020

The December Issue

My family doesn’t have any longstanding holiday traditions anymore. When I was young, there was never a question about who was hosting a holiday get-together, or who would be in attendance, or what would be served. Those things might as well have been written in stone. But then one day in 1992, my mother, who like many mothers was the glue of our family, died unexpectedly. Soon after, my siblings and I scattered far and wide. When my own children came along, it made me sad to think that they wouldn’t grow up with strong family traditions, as I had. Three Thanksgivings ago, my friend, Amy, and I decided to start a new tradition, where my family visits hers in the mountains of North Carolina for Thanksgiving. We spend a few days eating and hiking and generally having a great time. Amy and I have known each other for almost 20 years now, and she’s one of those friends I don’t get to speak to or see as often as I’d like, but when I do, it’s like we didn’t miss a beat. Unfortunately, like many events, my visit with Amy fell victim to the circumstances of this year. I find myself thinking about how hard it can be to start new traditions, and how, so often, it is so easy to abandon efforts to do so.

I realize it isn’t quite the new year yet, but as 2020 comes to a close (and good riddance, I say), I have already decided on my resolution for the coming year. Obviously, I don’t have a crystal ball to tell me when life will cease being so weird, and I will once again be able to hug my friends with reckless abandon. But when I can, I am driving straight to Amy’s house with a turkey.

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