my daughter told me i have a beautiful heart and that i needed to keep my peace, keep my calm, so the morning after the election i ended up at a yoga class. the instructor arrived and unlocked the door. she was a young black woman. she said good morning and i said it back.
i like voting. i like being anonymous and alone in a voting booth. i like how quiet it is and how no one else can come in, look over my shoulder and tell me who to vote for. i like the polished gymnasium floors i have to walk across and the people sitting in metal
i’m more disturbed that my government shot and killed an unarmed woman than that it’s in the midst of shut down. miriam carey was in a compromised mental state brought about by postpartum depression. i don’t know her. i don’t know her story. but she had one. from all accounts she was a law-abiding citizen.