Amid All The Racism, Coronavirus, And Hurt, Finding Self-Care In... Pie
At first it was the pandemic. Then it was the killing of George Floyd by police. Then the protests, in which people got hurt -- including reporters who were shot with rubber bullets, tear-gassed, hit by batons, even detained just for doing their jobs.
After writing about all this for weeks, LAist columnist Erick Galindo had to get out of town. He got in the car and began driving south -- until he got to Julian, a tiny town in the mountains east of San Diego where they grow apples and make pie.
More than pie, I needed to get away to recenter myself. Because as difficult as it feels sometimes and as tired as I am, I feel an obligation to highlight the beauty and strength of L.A.'s most invisible communities. And for some reason, I've been granted a platform to do it. But that's not something I can do if I'm broken.
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