Last Wednesday, I woke in the dark—it was five o’clock and Christopher was leaving for the airport. I padded down the hall in my holey-sweater and ski socks, dreading the news. We kissed goodbye and I spent an hour alone wondering how I’d been so unaware of the mood in our country. The election results made me feel naive and foolish; kicked in the guts.…
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