Until this month I had never been even a bit sick at any point in the 21st century. But weeks after my latest flu inoculation, on Friday, Jan. 4, my throat started feeling scratchy. Uh-oh!
To me, as a gay Jew at this difficult Christmas, thinking about Jean Valjean (and his creator Victor Hugo), even remembering crying my eyes out over him, are all very good. Because goodness is definitely its own reward, and we need to remember that.