Take care of yourselves this weekend, friends. Whatever that means to you. It’s no secret that I’ve been disappointed by the results of this election. I’ve tried to lean towards love instead of fear since then, but it isn’t always easy and all week I’ve had a hard time writing because I’m sad. Sad that Donald Trump will be our president and sad that the Obamas, who’ve I respected so much, won’t be in the White House anymore. As always, I’ve been grateful for the ability (and privilege) to take breaks and retreat into writing and reading during tough times. So yeah … I don’t know what to write, except take care of yourselves.
That could mean marching. It could mean not leaving your house. It could mean watching the news to stay informed. It could mean forgoing social media and participating in this cool read-a-thon. For me, it means driving down to the DC area with a caravan of friends to prepare for Saturday’s march. But I know it won’t be the same for everyone.