November 15, 2016

I have a couple of posts in the queue, but they seem inconsequential compared to the grief and loss I feel related to the election. And I know I am not alone, and I count my family and friends among my blessings — not just for who they are, but for what they value and what they represent.

I have been thinking a lot about what it’s like to have a new baby and have Donald Trump elected as president. In some ways, it’s heavier and more depressing. In other ways, it’s relieving to see W’s innocence, his smile, and his oblivion — it makes me hopeful. And I am grateful that I don’t have to elucidate the political landscape to him. As my friend Julia remarked, it would be a whole lot harder to explain this to a five-year-old. 

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