Resistance is not futile, but it is exhausting. In the middle of the night following the election, as the sick reality was starting to set in, I began to get frantic texts, emails,

On really bad days I always miss my father. Since he died, that reality has never surprised me; the way moments of failure or depression rarely come without grief following close behind.

Friend, we don’t think you’ve been listening. If you’d been listening you’d understand. If you’d been listening you’d see us clearly. If you’d been listening you’d hear the honest cry of