I picked this up randomly this morning. It is easy to read, but not an easy read, if that makes sense. It is written in small vignettes, journal form. The author's husband dies unexpectedly making her a widow in her thirties. It is heartbreaking and gut wrenching, but beautiful. Highly recommend if you're looking for something meaningful to read. I found my stomach dropping at points and I may not have cried, but I could feel tears coming. It is a brave book.
So this is what I am thinking about: The majority of my neighbors have known me for most of my life. All those around me are Trump supporters. They have watched my kids grow up. They KNOW us. I should be able to say that my family is safe in my own neighborhood, but I don't really know that we are.
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