The Trump YearsGod of our weary years, God of our silent tearsWhen the inevitable became clear on Election Night, I cried in sheer terror for a minute or so before being set straight by my wife. It…Nov 18, 2016Nov 18, 2016
The Trump YearsThinking with the whole nationOne thing I’ve learned from the history of science is the notion that we often can’t see an important idea until we’re outside of it. For…Nov 16, 2016Nov 16, 2016
The Trump YearsLittle Warrior WednesdayI knew that Wednesday — 11/9 — was not a day to skip my tai chi class.Nov 16, 2016Nov 16, 2016
The Trump YearsConsolatory textsMy sister, via text: How is this real life? Can you say something really inspiring and smart and convince me I didn’t just bring a child…Nov 16, 2016Nov 16, 2016
The Trump YearsIn the eye of the hurricane there is quietLike Hamilton in Lin-Manuel Miranda’s telling, I think, “I’ll write my way out, write everything down far as I can see.”Nov 10, 2016Nov 10, 2016