Mirrors

Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance. Hope. I’ve been clawing my way over and under these feelings since that November 8 evening. Long before then, I was frightened, angry, and shocked as I watched little donnie in his made-for-twitter gutters and swamps. Everything he’s done, everything he is doing, is exactly what I’ve come to expect. Nothing he does surprises …

A New Day

For a while now, I’ve been wanting to put my thoughts on this campaign into words. The emotional turmoil has had me stymied, angry, sad, and now, hopeful. When my mom was a little girl, she didn’t get to live with her mother for many years. My grandmother had to work and had noone at home to …