Well, I missed my first publicly self-imposed deadline this week.
On the other hand, I cleaned my closet. Continue Reading
Just two weeks. It’s so bad it’s surreal.
If you’re panicking, I get it. So the real work now, at least in part, is to find ways not to go there—and to get out fast when we do.
So what do we do?
I didn’t think it would happen. I believed the American people were too decent: that when presented with lies, hate and ignorance on such a breathtaking scale, they would swallow any political qualms and do what it took to keep that man and his frightening instability out of the White House.
It’s taken me these two months plus just to crawl most of the way out of shock and denial. Continue Reading