Commentary: Jill Ebstein - To everything, there is a season Jill Ebstein FacebookTwitterEmail I’ve been hearing The Byrds’ song. “Turn, Turn, Turn,” in my head lately. It’s a great song, but it was written and played in 1965, so I can’t explain this phenomenon. But in the way that music subliminally speaks to us, I realized the tune and its words reflected my need to turn the page and begin a season of healing — as a nation. The last time I wrote about the deep divide in our country, my focus was on how we could constructively explore our differences. It was painful to write and probably painful for many to read, but in some ways, we’ve moved on. We have a new president, and we are clearly marching to a different drum, right?