Every day I feel the world grow a little dimmer. Maybe it’s this crazy election cycle. Maybe it’s burrowing deeper into my 40’s. Maybe it’s just the turn of the seasonal clock and the arrival of autumn. Whatever the case, at times like this I turn to comfort rituals.
And watching ‘The Golden Girls.’
I’m not sure why that always cheered me, or why it made me feel safe. Perhaps it was the notion of a familial camaraderie that went beyond blood lines, or the promise of an exciting life beyond the age of 50, or all that wicker in Miami. Whatever the reason, it was and remains a comfort – a view of a simpler time when life was about friendship and a laugh-track. We need that now more than ever.