“I’ve spent these last months resisting my notes—resisting any instruction at all, letting a creeping cynicism towards words, communication, community, and even action simmer. The visible instructions failed—vote, stronger together, I’m with her, love trumps hate. They were instructions much bigger than myself, but I had adopted them because I needed them and I believed in them. I’m trying to again.”
I wrote about my notes, my grandmother, and these last few months.
















