Election Night

Last night I was speechless and left my draft post unpublished, as "America, this is not what it means to take care of yourself. Care also means love.  How can you love what you don't appreciate?"

I am trying to find more words this morning to help sort out what it means that Donald Trump won the election. I'm incredulous, and I'm seeing how my mind works. Processing is a matter of waves.

My default coping mechanism: optimism: "Maybe it won't be as bad as we thought." But it doesn't work. He really is abusive. He really is ignorant.  He really called a woman disgusting because she needed to pump breast milk.

Women, this is a hard road, but we will keep on it.

Katie Ancheta