I kept wanting to write something to you this week, but I couldn’t find what to say.
I tried explaining the coup to my nearly six-year-old, and he was surprised that grown-ups can be like that. Apparently, they can.
All I have for you is hope. Not optimism, but hope — that there is a new story to be written out of this pit. That we can think and dream and…
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