My trip to New York City in September was full of optimism. It felt as though the country might be headed down the right path and into a future of dignity and possibilities. I saw Suffs on Broadway with my sister Monica and a couple of poet friends. It seemed to presage an inevitable wave of female voters who would swing towards Kamala Harris and reclaim the country from those who would gerrymander us into some fresh hell, or Gilead. We now know we were wrong, and though Harris lost the popular vote by a thin margin we now have to reckon with the nightmare scenario of a kakistocracy (government by the worst people.) Again. Somehow, we will make it through even this. But who will we be when wecome out on the other side? What will the landscape look like?

I’ll follow up with another post with photos of our side trip up to Maine. I have the best sister ever, by the way!

“Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.”