Rage.
Grief.
Concern.
Somehow, I managed to read a chapter of my book. It was hard to break away from the news. I'm not sure why. It had already happened.
There were so many people in the streets.
I chose to stay with my feelings today. I could feel my brain filling up with expletive laced bombast. Nothing wrong with that but it felt like flailing.
Rage.
We had a right taken away by the court. They did a lot of that right after Jim Crow.
Grief.
I feel violent.
We have an Abortion Access fund in the Pacific Northwest Fund. I had no idea. It's a problem. If it's not an issue that matters to you it lives in the shadows. I know now.
No comments:
Post a Comment