It’s been four years since I posted anything in this blog, which was a sort of mid-life experiment in connected creativity.  Everyone was doing it.  It seemed fun!  Looking back on those posts from 2015-2016, I feel as though they are from a completely different time in history.  They are from pre-Trump America.  Cold winters! youth sports! reading glasses! Were those topics really top-of-mind just four years ago? Here’s a photo of me, in my pantsuit, going to vote for America’s first female President on Tuesday, November 8, 2016 – the very last day of that era.  That was such a good day!  I skipped choir rehearsal that night to stay home and watch history being made.

Well, we all know how that turned out.  Tears, disbelief, consoling my college-aged daughter, and booking a trip to Washington DC to be part of the first massive Women’s March, were among my first moves in this new era.

I am well aware that the daily challenges I face living in Trump’s America, as a white college-educated woman born in this country, are mostly emotional.  Immigrants, journalists, scientists, poor young women in need of healthcare and many others face actual threats to their lives and livelihoods.  Still, my emotional challenges are real to me.  And with ANGER being the biggest one, I’m glad I discovered Twitter.  It seems like venting is its raison d’être.  Things that are just “too political” for Facebook can be said, and very succinctly, on Twitter.  And guess what?  It turns out that many other people are thinking the exact same thing.  Maybe it’s true that it’s just an “echo chamber” further cementing our differences, but it’s also a relief.  You are most definitely not alone in thinking whatever your thinking.  Rage away people.  That’s what we do now.