VANILLA ROSE DUTCH BABY.
Like so many of us in this post-election-2016 era, I’ve been having nightmares. I wake up uncertain of where I am, afraid, heart pounding. In light of the discomfort, I’ve allowed myself the indulgence of picking up my phone upon waking, blipping into the thrum and pulse of social media, soothing my mind. I let myself seek out sanctuaries of thought wherever I can find them, no matter the bite of the bad habit forming.
In particular, I’ve given myself the space to read stories posted in Pantsuit Nation, a “private” Facebook group for almost 4 million people. Every morning, I’d find a notification telling me that a few or more of my friends had liked one post or another from the group, and I’d click over to read it myself.
Once there, I’d find stories from people around the US: A 14 year-old girl in Florida, a pick-up truck-driving liberal in Texas, a gay man in Los Angeles. Each of them had stories to tell of ways they’d chosen to stand up for a more inclusive, open-hearted, humane world. And each of their stories, as simply expressed as they were, was filled with so much love, so much hope, that they’d bring me back round to happy tears.