Merrily Flying Along

"It's our time, breathe it in: Worlds to change and worlds to win"

I'm writing—repeatedly crying—at 36,000 ft. After 13 years on testosterone, I treasure the tears that flow freely.

There was snow on the ground when I woke up in Brooklyn this morning; more snow than I've seen accumulate on our street in years. I woke to my kid pulling back the curtain to show me the flurries. The snow-reflected sunlight filled my bedroo…