On 9/11, my daughter, my first child to leave home, was in Chicago for a college volunteer project. I was manic for two days trying to get there to make sure she was safe. It was a helpless, powerless feeling.
This feels like 9/11 to me. I’m older, wiser, calmer(?) than I was 24 years ago. That’s why I’m determined to do something, anything, everything I can to resist the bullshit of the Trump regime.