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We cancelled the newspaper about a year ago. It had been stacking up on the table week after week, and frankly, some of the writers were getting on our nerves. Oh yeah, the pre-election coverage was starting to look more like reality television than news. No ideas as to how long that was going to last. We took a hiatus from the madness, pushing our subscription aside for a temporary experiment.

Since then, we've kept up enough through online news, but our list of irritations about current events via social media was growing larger than the stack of papers we stored on the kitchen table. I reconnected with the Washington Post last week, and this was our reunion weekend. You'd think the paper was an all-day buffet and we were starved; we gravitated to the table before during and after meals to sift through sections to snack and dig in for heartier fare. We didn't keep it to ourselves either--news is meant to be shared, so we read passages aloud when words and ideas were remarkable.

Ironically, there wasn't much good news this weekend. Perhaps there won't be much good news for a while. But it was the sharing and reading, the freedom we felt to open up to any old page we wanted. To read the words of women and men whose sole purpose is to spread the word. That in and of itself feels like good news enough for the time being.