#7 On (Not) Writing Last Week

I’m tired.

Like many of you, I’m tired of waking up to new reports of inanity by 45 and his cronies, and wondering how much more we will suffer before it is all over. I’m exhausted with worry for my immigrant, queer, and Muslim friends.

Day before yesterday, I was on a flight from Atlanta to Houston, and all I could think about was whether or not there’d be an incident. There was a Sikh man on our flight, and several folks with accents I could not identify. I readied myself; I would not remai...