I feel strangely made for this moment in history. I’m used to being constantly uncomfortable, chipping away at big goals, never giving up. Fighting against evil people is an extra bonus.

Literally praying I don’t lose my healthcare while some middle aged white dude is telling me how depressed he is that Minnesota hasn’t seen much snow this year. I’m pretty proud of myself for not screaming all day.

Really grumpy by how much my admin posts on the page of political organizing group are being throttled back by the Facebook algorithm—even the ones that are just boring old event announcements. Anyone else having this problem?

Good night of showing up and organizing for change. I do love a good challenge, and right now the country is full of them.

Trapped in the bunker of my own mind after losing a gig yesterday. Not sure how I’m going to weather the current shit storm. It’s not a great time to be a newly-divorced, partially disabled, middle-aged woman.