He Didn’t Hate Me, He Was Just Told He Did

I haven’t written here in a little bit. Truth be told, I’ve been a little numbed by the events that took place in the US over the last week or so.

Trying to understand what comes next. For America; for the world.

Trying to rationalize if the fear I feel for the vulnerable is warranted, and how to protect those that are so far away, both in miles and in hope.

Thinking of the hate, and anger, and vitriol, and loathing.

Thinking of the fear, the isolation, the end of belief in good.

And it break...