April 3, 2020
I love words. They help me understand things. They give me comfort. They give me hope.
On the morning after the 2016 election, I wrote about the words I used to console my crying son. I told him that hate is real, but so is love and compassion and that if we want to make our country better, we’re going to have to do it. And I told him that as long as there are people here who think this way then America can never be all bad.