I didn’t wake up on the morning of November 9. I hadn’t slept on the night of the election, had lain in bed still and frozen, more devastated than I’d felt since September 11 became another name for horror.
Yesterday was one of those days. In my life-coaching mode I always tell people those days aren’t happening to them, but for them. “One day,” I assure them, “you’ll look back and think, “Oh, thank God the car broke down and the dog barfed on me and I had a gruesome argument and got food…
Something truly miraculous happened to me the other day. With the help of a wise and dedicated assistant, I reduced the number of unread emails in my inbox from 114 (which is about where it usually hovers) to SWEET F**K-ALL!!!!! It had been literally decades since I’d had no unread emails. I…