The last time I dazedly checked in with all my friends like this was September 11. I’ve been walking around feeling sick. At Second Job I sat with my colleagues and we stared blankly. There were hugs and tears.
But really Allison K Williams said it best:
We woke up and everything was different. Maybe we woke in the middle of the night, tried not to check our phone, checked our phone anyway, and spent the hours before dawn in a bleak haze, waiting for the moment it was late enough to decently call someone. Maybe a call came—your mother has died. Or, it’s time to let the cat go. Or, our country has elected a demagogue.
Read the rest of the post here.
My grad-school-age friend is going to march. My preacher friend is going to preach. My friends with children are raising kids who will know better. I’m going to write, and maybe step up some local volunteer work with immigrants.