Lately, I have found myself spending an inordinate amount of time, encouraging others to not lose sight of the value of what their creative pursuits bring to a world hungry for a tiny beam of light. And yet, I falter in following the advice I so freely give others. To traffic in hope right now feels like walking through a raging battlefield blindly tossing daisies on the path in front of you trying to convince yourself that flowers in and of themselves are a form of ammunition. To traffic in...