I feel a creeping sense of dread as I wake up to see undeclared electoral votes leaning red. I have my hand on the rip cord of full retirement and away from social media altogether. My nervous system is shot right now.
It appears that black lives don’t matter. Neither do old lives, unborn lives, women’s lives, or any minority voice.
It's possible that my time is better spent writing from the sidelines about my version of things that matter. It’s possible that I am not one of those things.
Someone yesterday wrote: “America is coming out of a toxic abuse situation and just wants the beatings to stop.”
But he got away with it. There is no justice and no protection from men like this.
I feel incredibly sad in this moment.
Thank you for listening to my silent scream.