Tara Lynn Johnson

Writer, Essays and Commentary


Two moments on Inauguration Day focused on light. Feeling light. Focusing on the light instead of the darkness. Being light — literally. It’s a challenge through dark times to find the cracks where the light gets in. It’s a challenge dealing with people who willfully choose the darkness. It’s a challenge to not let your own light be extinguished by them, or the times, or the feeling that progress is stunted, or glacial, or nonexistent.

But the light persists.

As long as there are those who keep it aflame, it always will. Count me among them.

It’s rare, the poet that can make me stand up and cheer. I was but one of many. Thank you, Amanda Gorman.

There is always light…. if only we’re brave enough to see it…. if only we’re brave enough to be it….


It IS often I stand up and cheer after a Broadway show (in the COVID Before Times, I mean). Seeing this performance of two amazingly powerful songs, though, still has me dancing.


P.S. Can we please increase our funding for the arts and humanities? Listen to these two things and tell me they don’t matter enough to bother trying harder to keep them alive and in schools.

Moving day

I waited until almost the last possible minute to post, just in case.

He’s moving out. We’re moving on.

One page at a time

COVID turned my 2020 paper calendars and planners from organization into origami. 2021 finds me not optimistic enough to buy dated paper products, though. Optimism equals perspective plus patience and I’m practiced with both. I’m also wary, though, on the way back to normal, and I can’t help but whine are we there yet?

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