January 26, 2026

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I'm sitting here in Brooklyn, watching the snow gently fall, and while it looks so beautiful and peaceful outside my window, my mind is about 1,200 miles away with the people of Minneapolis, including many of our young readers and our amazing designer Sarah.
It's hard to feel optimistic these days, when so many things are going so wrong. Every time I sit down at my laptop to work on Kazoo's spring issue, more terrible news breaks, and it feels near impossible to carry on as if everything is fine and normal. It's hard to be creative and write joyfully while my heart is constantly breaking.
I won't list all the bad new here, because I'm sure you already know it all. And I realize I'm ignoring huge swaths of history when I say this, but I still find myself in a state of disbelief that people can be so bad. I've always told my kids that most people are good, and I still do believe that. And so to reassure myself of this (and maybe you too), I've spent some time this morning looking for hope.
Let's start with a poem from Andrea Gibson:
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