We’re Not in Sweden Anymore

Hi friends — This isn’t a Wednesday drop, but something extra. A Brooklyn in June piece, written right after my Sweden retreat reshaped me and the mayoral primary lit up the city with hope.

The city is hot and hazy as I step out the front gate of my brownstone. There’s a palpable buzz in the air that stirs something inside me, joy bubbling up until it blossoms into a smile. The new moon in Cancer has cracked open a fresh sense of hope — the city voting in change, finally pushing back against the same old systems.