It was a foggy day in New York. My heart is heavy, my mind is cluttered, my soul is weeping. How did this progressive nation set itself back. How are we so divided on issues of race, sexism, abuse, fairness? I don’t know how to feel and I don’t know what to do. This overwhelming feeling of hopelessness seems to just roll in like the fog today.
I have hope for the future… somewhere deep inside.
But today I mourn.