I’m amazed I got to 46, had the life experiences I’ve had, and still managed to be that hopeful and optimistic. Then November 8, 2016 happened. Now, I just feel betrayed.
My problem: How do I have these difficult political conversations without turning into a rage beast or having a panic attack? My solution is to borrow some wisdom from the kinkier side of the bedroom.
Another week, another shot at the GOP shell game. While we were mourning the dead in Syria (rightfully so) and ogling the “rocket’s red glare” of those 59 Tomahawks (come on people, didn’t we get enough of nighttime missile launch shots in 2003?), the GOP was busy.
I am more than a body with an illness. An exploration of recovery and self-perception.