What does hope mean when despair creeps through the cracks….
This is not a treatise against hope, this is an offer of reframing: that hope is only necessary under threat and should (wonderful moments of chance aside, I write this after attending a second rally with an eagle flyover) be a result of action, not a prerequisite.
Maine is Moxie, Not N*z*
… We are here, together. We have our hastily drawn signs on the backs of pizza boxes…We’re—about 400 of us— here, together in the cold and it is very cold. For me, I think, if this salty bunch can make it out under these discouraging circumstances that’s a real start.