Writer Unthawed

After voting in November 2016, my best friend and I headed to a Mexican restaurant as we waited for polls to close and votes to be tabulated. We were hopeful, excited about the real prospect of seeing a woman in the White House, and we chose our cuisine that night as a wink to having a taco truck on every corner in the very near future. Yum!

Three hours later we’d moved to a bar so we could see the election results roll in. We had few glasses of wine, still in high spirits, and then everythin...