My Facebook feed is a battlefield; a tumultuous air, land and sea melee of conflicting ideas and digital rallies for support. Most days, I log in to see what my friends are up to but what I’m met with are the political ramblings from adults who march their blind biases around like Thanksgiving Day Parade …
The “self” looking back at me said, “Good morning. Short work week this week, you can make it. Coffee soon. Put a bunch of stuff in your hair to hold it down since it’s windy. Maybe pick up some sweet gum at Duane Reade. Also, you failed at everything this year.”
If one more person tells me to get over it, to pray for and to support this man, I'm going to lose all facsimile of my cool. You don’t get to tell me that my tears and my deep, visceral concern for “othered” Americans is misplaced or unjustified. I imagine you'd feel differently if your …
It’s a new day in America. After months of living inside the hurricane that has been this election season, half of the country woke up this morning to the crippling news that the election didn’t go our way.
Ryan Brinson 