7/14/13. Bastille Day. Do you hear the people sing?
Here is the day’s obligato: I was in the Deep South when the Trayvon Martin verdict came down.
As the candidacy of Donald Trump began to pick up steam, in a time that’s actually hard to imagine even though it was less than a year ago, I began to automatically follow a procedure for talking about it on Facebook — articulate arguments against…
The morning of November 9th, I went downstairs from my parents’ guest room, and it just felt crushing and grim — I couldn’t see how the news I’d read could possibly be true. She had been predicted to win, I knew she was going to win, and mentally I was still digesting the…