Even I will admit the song could rival strawberry pop tarts in the area of sickening sweetness, but it seemed to capture the flavor of my columns so far this year and last year quite well. I intentionally set out to write a biweekly column that would be uplifting, and embody my stubborn optimism and idealism. So much negativity abounds in our minds, in conversation and particularly in newspapers. I wanted to be different. And besides, I really believe all that.
People are basically good.
Problems are solvable. But at this particular moment, I am trying to convince myself of that as much as anyone else. So I m sitting here at my computer trying to muster up enough cheer to write a column that lives up to its name. We all go through times like this. Some weekends try our faith and take away our strength and make us wonder how much power we really have.