there are so many things happening in my immediate vicinity that I can attempt to handle or help or take care of. everything going on at a distance away feels like it should be easy to ignore. it is not.

underneath everything it takes to have a day, I am scared, grieving, and very fucking angry about what’s happening in the supposed land of the free. there’s nothing wrong with these feelings, except that when unaired, they are truly poisonous. I hope people are talking about these things at home – specifically the feelings we are all experiencing, not just the stories that create the feelings.

a journalist in whom I have great faith to put out an episode entitled “Minneapolis”. predictably, I was bawling two minutes in: it is horrific. it is more than anyone with an aversion like mine would have thought. I can no longer look away.

if anyone wants to grieve together—not so much with commentary, just let’s cry, shall we? (if we get through our tears we can make go-bag shopping lists, recruit folks for phone trees, etc.)—you know where to find me. if anything, we’ll be more emotionally prepared when fascism arrives at our own door.