January 15, 2017
Today the, sixty-eighth since Trump, I had a long conversation with a worried friend rather than composing this blog. She, apparently, felt I had additional capacity or understanding or, maybe, hope. I, played the elder, listened, consoled – carefully withholding the harshness of my hope.
So today I offer one sentence:
The republic stands on our willingness to feel that which is painful to others, without agenda.
Oh, and fuck Trump!
In Peace and Justice