Tinkling Bells in a World on Fire

Hustle culture says joy must be earned. Liberation says otherwise.

Levi was nine months old. It was Thanksgiving — or Friendsgiving, in our case. We were laughing, and I noticed Levi observing. Then he did something. He wasn’t quite speaking yet, but our friends laughed. So, he did it again. And then he laughed — that gorgeous, tinkling-bell kind of laugh that lights up a night sky.

That is joy.

And today, I look around.…