The last days of summer.
Fascism.
That moment when your favorite gym teacher and favorite English teacher finally announce their engagement (Taylor + Travis).
Fascism.
The great news that my mammogram is all clear, and the clouds in the sky look like the healthy breast tissue I saw on the ultrasound.
Fascism.
So many tomatoes that I am finally sick of making sauce.
Fascism.
The last day before I take my youngest daughter back to college, fortunately, in a blue state.
Fascism.
The last campfire of the summer, when everyone (almost) is home and we all enjoy s’mores, even though they aren’t organic.
Fascism.
That moment when I realize we must learn to live in the dichotomy between what is real in our lives, and what is happening in the wider world that we can not control.
Fascism.
It is here. All of it.
Yes, all of that is here. and it’s all very real and heavy to hold with our heart and hold with our hands.
But you know what else is here? All of us. All of us to hold onto each other. All of us to care. All of us to keep fighting back the fascism, the hate, and the horrors
Grateful for so much.
And yet.