We know we have to get out of the abyss and onto the streets. But how?
My daughter was as involved as I was in campaigning for Hillary Clinton this year. Election Day morning, at her suggestion, a dozen of us held signs on a corner on Main Street, and many passersby cheered for us. Since we live in a red county (in a blue state), we had hope that there were more people like that, even in other states. Every time someone gave us a thumbs up or a supportive honk, we felt we were giving hope to people. We rallied again in the evening, and then anticipated the results, sure that we would be celebrating. When things looked bleak, we went to bed hoping for a turnaround by morning. I woke to the nightmare.
