This has been a rough week. Busy, of course, with work, friends, and family...but there's been an underlying sadness. I cried myself to sleep on Tuesday night. On Wednesday morning, I had to explain to my 8-year old daughter why 60.3 million Americans voted for a man who displays behavior that we have been working tirelessly at preventing in our schools. The look on her face was one of fear and sadness. I had to explain that out of the four of us in our house, that her father may be the only one who is not negatively impacted, as he is a straight, white, Christian male. Ava and I? Well, we're females, and our reproductive rights might fly right out the window. G? He's too young to know where he is going to land with everything...all I know at this point is that he's a white male. This week, I've done a lot of reading, discussing, and thinking. I don't generally get so heavily invested in politics, but this decision was too big to jus...
"Siblings...like branches on a tree we grow in different directions yet our roots remain as one."